Okay, Weiner. That's it. I was defending you because you're incredibly smart and liberal and stand up to all those Congressional idiots. I stood behind you as picture after picture came out and it became obvious you had a major lapse in judgment.

I started to have second thoughts when I heard you were entering some kind of rehab. Oh, c'mon, dude. There's rehab for horniness? That's a good idea. That could really work, as long as they don't have to staff it with anything that moves.

This photo, though, is the last straw. Dude, what the hell were you thinking? That's not a shirt: it's the blouse Tonya Harding wears to Red Lobster. Here's a general rule: if it doesn't cover your armpits or your nipples, it isn't actually a shirt. I'll try to break this to you gently, but according to Webster's you've been going to the gym in a camisole. Really, Rep. Weiner, do you need somebody to tell you that spaghetti straps should only be worn when you're drinking a mint julep and waiting on the porch for a gentleman caller?

Dude, you're in an air-conditioned gym in Washington, not wrestling crocodiles in Louisiana. If you don't like the temperature, get one of your aides to speak with the manager. Don't keep taking off clothes until you're comfortable. This isn't a Bally Total Fitness after all.

Honestly, there's something wrong with people who wear skimpy tops in a gym where other people work out. Were you afraid fabric would muffle your man-stench? Did you put on a regular t-shirt and then think to yourself, "What if Birch Bayh wants to see my nipples?" Did you think Strom Thurmond would threaten to filibuster if he couldn't see your armpits? Yes, there's probably a few people who think you're sexy, but I'm guessing they're not eighty year old white guys who used to be in the Klan.

I don't mind knowing that American politicians exercise, but I'd rather that sex was kept out of it. I'd rather be spared the picture of Abraham Lincoln spotting George Washington at the bench press and "accidentally" hitting him in the wig with low-hanging ball.

Sadly, this photo convinces me that everybody in the universe is right. There's something seriously wrong with your judgment. The gym is no place to get naked and act sexy.

They've got vinyl chairs in the locker room for that.