This Anthony Weiner story sure has endurance. With each new revelation, his most ardent supporters morph into a new and never-before-seen kind of partisan hack. Case in point would be the National Organization for Women, which now should seriously consider changing its named to the National Weiner Organ. Like Janeane Garofalo, there seems to be no transgression too egregious for them to call off support (provided the offender has a ‘D’ next to his name).
The head of the Brooklyn/Queens chapter of the National Organization for Women leads the way into uncharted territory in defense of the indefensible:
“I wasn’t happy to discover that my congressman is a 14-year-old boy,” said Julie Kirshner, president of the NOW chapter.
“But he happens to be one of the best politicians out there, so we’re in a bad position. We’re trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.”
Suprised? You shouldn’t be. These are the same women who sit on the sidelines as Muslim thug-regimes overseas still have to be told that stoning women is a “no no.” These are the same women who hold “Slut Walk” protests against Toronto police officers instead of Sharia Law advocates around the globe.
The modern liberal American feminist is a joke, and the world knows it. They’re relegated to complaining about their lot in life in college campuses across the country, while conservative feminists are out there fostering successful careers and successful families.
Do you know what would be brave, Julie Kirshner? How about taking on the kind of men who won’t let women ride a unicycle, let alone a car—in Saudi Arabia. You won’t go there because that would require you to admit that, for all intents and purposes, Western Civilization has treated women pretty darn well. Instead, you’ll continue to give “the benefit of the doubt” to a guy who already told you it’s not necessary during a press conference, in print, and with publicly available images of his crotch. He lied. He admitted it. On television. For everyone to see (including 17 year old Twitter followers with a crush on him, and dirty-talking blackjack dealers in Las Vegas).
Congratulations, Julie Kirshner: You’ve won the Red Badge of Courage for your defense of Anthony Weiner. NOW (no pun intended), if you don’t mind, I’ll be surfing the net for more stories about real feminists like Neda, the kind who died standing up for the rights you take for granted.