If Wiener Announced

The Fictional Beginning of Anthony Weiner’s New Beginning

For years, all I’ve ever wanted was to be a do-er, and to be known for doing. I’ve dedicated my entire life to serving the public, and helping New Yorkers alike, sick or able, rich or poor. To do this has always been goal of a mine. In my Brooklyn bunk bed, I once dreamed of being an elected official, and changing the city for the better.

I’m blessed to say that I’ve lived my dream. I’m proud of things I’ve done for New York City. As a city councilman, I exposed dangerous practices in public housing, and made sure that those dangerous practices were eliminated. As a Congressman, I fought for single payer healthcare, and for the right of every American to be unencumbered in life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. As a New Yorker, I fought for those September 11th first responders who fought for us, and for all that we believe in. Measuring myself by what I’ve done, I could say that I’ve done a lot.

I have done a lot. But not all of it I’m proud of. Any measurement must measure all that I am, and all that I’ve done, both good and bad. I succeeded in my role as a public official, but failed my more basic duty as a husband. With my selfish and pathetic behavior, I quickly turned my dream into nightmare. My personal indiscretion was reprehensible, and my public deception was even more so. I fought against the truth, and in the process destroyed my reputation as a fighter for the truth. I betrayed the one who I cared about the most, the one who had always supported me, and the one who least deserved to be associated with my flaws and failings. It is a miracle that Huma has forgiven me for the unforgivable. Measuring myself by what I’ve done, I could say that I’ve done less than nothing, and that ultimately I’ve only done a disservice to those around me.