At the Spectator, we have followed Weiner's progressive politics assiduously. Remember our September 16, 2011 story appearing about the time that the Republicans wrested the former congressman's seat from the Democratic Party for the first time since 1923. Our crack investigative team found him and his wife in posh Positano, Italy, dining along the Amalfi Coast with a cosmopolitan crowd at the very upscale restaurant, La Spoda. We even reported the anti-American pleasantries passed among the rastaquoueres. I can guarantee Weiner I would lob nothing but softball inquiries.
I am also interested in Weiner because I surmise that he played a significant role in ending a historic episode of Liberalism a year or so ago, the Chappaquiddick Dispensation. Starting with Senator Edward Kennedy's famous swim back in 1969, liberal rogues learned that they could survive a scandal that in earlier times would have ended the career of any politician, simply by lying brazenly to the gullible press and to impassive prosecutors or to anyone else who found their potential scandal an unfortunate mishap. I identify the Chappaquiddick Dispensation in my recent book "The Death of Liberalism" as the beginning of four decades of liberal degeneration. There were the Clintons, Eliot Spitzer, Jean-Fran‡ois Kerry and his cooked-up war stories, Jesse Jackson and his Hymietown outburst, and all the rest of the humbugs. Then with Weiner's fall and ex-senator John Edwards' unwanted notoriety, I wrote that the Chappaquiddick Dispensation had played itself out. The public had grown impatient with louses running for high office.
In the months ahead, we shall see how accurate I was.