Anthony Weiner had about as much of a chance of winning this fight as he did a steel-cage Texas death match.
After all, the assault on the New York Democratic lawmaker after he and his penis busted into the limelight made the attack on Pearl Harbor sound like woodwinds.
Man, how long can a guy walk on the lumps of shrapnel bursting around him?
Granted, it was Weiner’s uproarious appetite for self-destruction that smacked him down into the trough and had eyes and tongues fluttering everywhere.
So this afternoon Weiner admitted that he has been skewered beyond recognition and resigned from Congress.
The howl of the wolf turned into the bleat of the lamb.