This last day of public officialhood absolves me of any previous promise to have said my last word on this subject. With apologies to Ralph Waldo Emerson:
By the crude bulge that arched his crotch,This can be sung, if you are so imbibed, to the tune of Old 100th, "The Doxology" also known as "Praise God, from Whom All Blessings Flow".
His flag to yFrog’s breeze unfurled,
Here Anthony Weiner did debauch,
And sent the tweet heard round the world.
The blogs have since in laughter wept;
Alike the Twitterer silent weeps;
And Time the ruined bulge has swept
Down the broadband which never sleeps.
On this wide web, with this freeware,
We set today a votive stone;
That memory of his deed beware
Those who follow be not so prone.
Spirit, that made his spirit dare,
To tweet, and set his package free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to Anthony.