Anthony Weiner concluded a disastrous New York City mayoral primary by being chased through a Midtown McDonald's pursued by a scorned 23-year-old sext partner in spike heels and then driving off flashing his middle finger like the Wiz Khalifa of losing elections, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Our long regional nightmare was over. We were finally out of Carlos Danger. But for Weiner's wife Huma Abedin, things were about to go from bad to worse.
A source quoted in this week's New York Magazine cover story on Hillary Clinton says that since Anthony's propensity for dirty chatting with twentysomething midwestern strangers has once again reared its (sorry) head, Huma Abedin's longstanding and seemingly iron clad relationship with the Clinton machine may be in danger. From the piece,
...Then came a second episode of Weiner’s sexting this summer, blindsiding the Clintons, obliterating Weiner’s mayoral ambitions, and greatly complicating Abedin’s future with the Clintons. With Weiner’s ignominious loss and parting bird-flip, “Huma has a choice to make,” says a close associate of hers. “Does she go with Anthony, or does she go with Hillary?”
Leaving the Clinton bubble is almost unimaginable for those who’ve grown up in it. According to a person familiar with the conversations, Abedin has struggled to reconcile her marriage to Weiner with her role as Clinton’s top aide, traumatized by the prospect of leaving her boss’s inner circle.
In short: Anthony's schlong-flapping might put an end to either his relationship with his wife, the mother of his child, or put an end to a professional relationship that, for his wife, began when she was a 20-year-old intern; Weiner's crotch bulge may have cost Huma Abedin the opportunity to serve as the right hand-lady to the first female American President. Turns out that even if a person subscribes to the unlimited plan, sexts can be pretty fucking expensive.
But Weiner's sexting fallout doesn't end at his wife, wee son who will one day ostensibly be able to both read and Google, and the father Weiner veinily shouted at yesterday after his kid allegedly peed all over a swing in a Brooklyn playground. People who worked for and supported the Weiner campaign because they assumed a ingratiating themselves with Huma would give them a Clintonian "in" are screwed, and it's probably becoming clearer every day to reluctant donors who supported Weiner because they like Hillary Clinton that they essentially funded a narcissist's quest to keep his name in the papers.
Even if the source quoted in the NYMag piece was just doing some good old fashioned shit stirring (completely possible), even if Hillary Clinton is just hunky-dory with Abedin's continued association with both Anthony Weiner and the maybe-possibly-fledgling Clinton Presidential campaign, Weiner's actions are still being talked about in the context of Abedin's competence, and will continue to be. Because people are stupid assholes.
Should Anthony Weiner's inability to keep his dick in (or his phone out of) his pants affect his wife's career? Of course not; Weiner and Weiner alone is responsible for his actions. But asking Huma Abedin to distance herself from either the campaign or her husband would be a reasonable thing for a Presidential campaign to do; elected officials don't have the option of only catering to voters who are unstupid enough to refrain from blaming wives for husbands' actions. And echoes from actions as embarrassing as texting both "would u let me cum on those perfect tits?" and "I'm deeply flawed." to a woman named Sydney Leathers aren't likely to die down soon.