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So obviously I recorded last week's podcast before Anthony Wiener's big press conference

where he copped to the fact that the crotch shot was his.

And in the intervening week, and you know, in the last few days, other shots have

emerged, you know, Anthony Wiener's pretty remarkably foxy chest for a man his age,

uh, and other crotch shots and of course the full frontal, uh, Anthony Wiener's hard cockpick.

And in this time, you know, everyone's kind of lost their minds for having another

American sex scandal kerfuffle. We're really good at them. And I have to say that I watched

the press conference last Monday. And I'm a lefty. I'm a liberal. I believe in a free press. I

hate Sarah Palin all her lame stream media comments.

But if I had had the power during Anthony Wiener's press conference to send hate rays back

through the television set that would have ended the lives of every reporter in the room,

I would have done it. The hypocrisy, the fucking no-nothing scolding bullshit, sex-negative, idiotic bullshit.

I can't even think of another word.

On display in that meeting.

Oh, you must have a problem, Anthony Weiner, a drinking problem.

Are you going to seek addiction counseling? My head was about to explode.

Anthony Wiener is guilty of doing what tens of millions of other Americans do every day,

but they don't have the right wing and Andrew Breitbart on their asses, scouring the web and their Twitter

accounts and everything else, looking for evidence of what? Of what? What did Anthony Weiner do?

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