Anthony Weiner could not, in the end, escape his past.  As his supporters waited inside at a primary election party, Weiner’s one-time sexting partner waited on the street hoping to confront him.  His staff arranged a sneak entrance, devising a route which took him through a McDonald’s two doors up the street and into a freight elevator shared by the McDonald’s and the party venue.  It was a poor end to what had been in many ways, despite a low vote total, a well-done campaign.