Postie. Postie. (Can I call you Postie?)
What happened, dude?
When Anthony Weiner’s first cybersex scandal broke two years ago, your professional punsters went into overdrive. Your June 2, 2011, cover offered a delightful double-header: “Battle of the bulge: Weiner Exposed.” Five days later, you went with something a little classier: “Naked Truth,” superimposed on that now-famous image of Weiner’s bare torso. On June 8, you urged Weiner to “Fall on [His] Sword”; on June 10, you noted that Weiner planned to “stick out” his congressional term. (The cover story’s first line: “He’s taking a hard line.”)
On it went, for what seemed like weeks: “Obama Beats Weiner.” “Weiner’s Rise and Fall.” “Weiner’s Second Coming.” Even after he resigned from Congress and retreated from the spotlight, you couldn’t resist the opportunity to poke fun at Weiner: “A little Weiner,” you crowed when his son Jordan was born. “Weiner shows off his little one,” you blared when he posed with the kid last summer. (Points off for redundancy, but we admire the effort.)