Don't Cry For Anthony Weiner

There's a ridiculous storyline bobbing about in the news media. Since (now former) Rep. Anthony Weiner does not have a professional trade outside of politics, how on earth will the poor guy support himself and his pregnant wife? As if he'll be forced to panhandle or sell oranges on the streets of Manhattan. This isn't 1952. Lest we forget, wife Huma is gainfully employed thanks to Hillary Clinton. And the prospects of Huma losing her job are slim to none. Where Hillary goes, Huma goes. Weiner has connections out the wazoo on Capitol Hill. Plus, he's politically and personally connected to the Clinton Machine via his wife (the Big Dog himself officiated his wedding last summer). Those simple facts make him very desirable to DC lobby firms and more than a few corporate boards. They'll be tripping over themselves with generous offers. Pundits dismissively say Weiner is not the lobbyist type. Baloney. For the right amount of cash, he'll adjust. Given Weiner's gift for gab, he'll be a natural on the lucrative speaking circuit. And there isn't a TV booker alive who isn't drooling over his sudden availability as a talking head. He'll get five or six figures if - er, when - he writes a book. I wonder who will play him in the movie? Oh, and Weiner owns a portfolio of 19 stocks worth between $190,000 and $285,000. Financially, quitting Congress is probably the best decision this guy has ever made. So, as Madonna would sing it: "Don't cry for me Argentina America / The truth is I never left you / All through my wild days / My mad existence / I kept my promise / Don't keep your distance."