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Give me my Andy Rooney moment here, because I've just finished my bran muffin and feel like I should be allowed to be all cranky and riled up today.

I was watching TV this morning and I caught another one of the New Yorkers United for Marriage ads. Both of the ones I've seen have featured supposedly real gay and lesbian couples who have been in relationships for longer than ten years, with either the couple or their relatives speaking about their commitment to one another. The implication being that the couples have been together for so long they should be allowed to get married. Which, you know, great and all, but why does it matter how long they've been together and/or how devoted they are to one another? Plenty of drunk het couples get their marriage papers after a long intoxicated sex-fueled weekend in Vegas without having to prove how enamored and committed they are to one another. My ad would simply read "Marriage for All: Why the Fuck Not?" Why is it always the clean-cut paragon that has to be presented? Because that's most palatable? Fuck that. If straight couples can get married on a whim, non-straight couples should have the same ability.

And then the whole Anthony Weiner scandal (Weiner being a NY Congressman who accidently publicly tweeted a pic of himself in boxers when he meant to privately message a female follower, then lied about it and said his account had been hacked before finally owning up a few days later). He's now saying he's going into "treatment." Treatment for what? Being a sleazy cheating (possibly, maybe his wife was okay with it) lying idiot? What clinic runs treatment for that? Let me know, because I'm going to have to get gift certificates for a couple of people. Out of everything that's come to light, the only part I take slight umbrage to is his blatant lying at his first press conference, where he swore up and down he'd been hacked and he "couldn't state" whether the photo was actually of him. And even then, he's a politician. That's what they *do*, they lie. It's like breathing, or watching cute animal videos, or link surfing at Cracked.com (Will's dad was the voice of The Shredder??? Get. OUT!)*; completely involuntary and impossibly hard to stop. As long as he's not out there seducing underage women or committing glaring criminal acts, let him own his douchenozzle status and let's move on to some other shit, okay?

K, I'm done.

*(or the AV Club's "Great Job, Internet! page, seeing as I've spent the last 20 minutes there. That Mortal Kombat fatality montage? HOMG.

AND eta: J. Herbert Christ, Jersey Shore Gone Wilde. I've been laughing so hard I had to take a water break.)