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One year ago today, we were all minding our own business and looking forward to a nice, relaxing Memorial Day weekend. Then all hell broke loose.
It started late on Friday night, when people started getting wind of a story at Breitbart's about New York Congressman and liberal attack terrier Anthony Weiner tweeting a picture of his member of congress to a young woman. Over the weekend, the story started picking up steam both on Twitter and the blogs, and our humble Head Ewok joined the fray.
I'm not positive Ace slept for about a week after that, but he and a few others (notably Andrew Breitbart, Patterico and Lee Stranahan) kept on the story until the mainstream media had no choice but to finally cover it.
The rest, as they say, is history. Along with Anthony Weiner's congressional career.
Dana Loesch over at Breitbart World HQ has a great personal chronicle of the story:
A year ago I was up late packing for Puerto Rico, having given notice that I'd be offline for seven days' vacation. My phone rang. It was The Boss, the late Andrew Breitbart. When he called, you answered, and a late night call was the meatspace equivalent of the Drudge siren.
"Oh my God," he shouted as a hello. "Did you see it?"
Not to be outdone, a search of the May and June 2011 post archives here for "weiner" is a great walk down memory lane at some of the funniest yet consequential blogging ever done by Ace. I mean, where else are you going to read something like this?
And that's it for me. I woke up at 5:45 which, I gotta tell ya, has lately been a time at which I go to sleep, to cover this arrogant ass' pecker, and I'm really tired of his dick.
Oh, at first, I thought it was spry and puckish. Even charming. But as the hours have ground on, I've just gotten to the point where I'm about to say "I shall scream if I get another face-full of man-root." And I haven't said that since junior high track.
Also, for what it's worth, the Weiner incident is apparently one that really set off this prick Kimberlin and his merry band of asshats. How fitting.
My favorite moment in the whole thing appears below the fold.