Anthony Weiner is an idiot.
Yes, for the obvious reason of thinking he could get away with sending crotch shots (solicited and not) to and sexting with women not-his-wife, but also for thinking this latest revelation was No Big Deal.
He did intimate, in that long groundwork-for-a-comeback piece in the New York Times Magazine that there were more sexts out there and they might surface, but as others have pointed out, he also implied that these, uh, indiscretions were looooong behind him.
Hence the more-damning-politically idiocy: He didn’t come clean when he had the chance. Had he said, in the long ground-work-for-a-comeback piece, that it took him awhile to get himself under control, that the sexting continued through the summer of 2012, he would have opened himself to tough questions about his habits and appetites, questions he managed to duck when he resigned his Congressional seat and retreated to private life.
But in taking that opening, he would have inoculated himself from the derision which attends the latest revelation, forestalled the contempt attendant on the lies about the extent of his crotch-shotting, and thus might still have had a shot at becoming mayor.
I guess he still does, but this past week that shot became a whole lot longer.
AbsurdBeats 
can Quinn win this now?
She’s still the favorite—tho’ not my favorite. I like Sal Albanese (who has no chance) and Bill DeBlasio, who does. Both are more robustly left-wing than Quinn, and aren’t saddled with her terrible council vote to amend the term-limits referendum.
I’m not generally a fan of term-limits, but the way Bloomberg and the City Council—with Quinn in the lead—screwed around on this issue really put me off her.
She’s also rather too comfortable with developers and corporate interests, but to be fair to her, I don’t know that any mayor, whatever s/he says prior to election, can escape their snares.