Okay, last night I made the mistake of watching the news after the ballgame. It gave me a bad case of the rage.
I found myself strongly inclined to grab my megaphone, go stand in my front yard and holler as loud as I can, “F*** Giuliani! Just F*** that rotten sumbitch!” at all my Republican neighbors until they called the damn police and had me arrested so I could go to jail and get local newspaper headlines so the whole town would know that we should F*** Giuliani. It was a plan. I had a plan.
I don’t cuss much. It has taken me 18 months to hit this level of rage and for some damn reason Rudy pushed me over the edge last night.
First they tell me that Rudy, an impotent old man, decided to poke a stick at Kim Jong-un. From the Wall Street Journal …
President Donald Trump’s lawyer, Rudy Giuliani, said North Korean leader Kim Jong Un got “on his hands and knees and begged” for their summit to be held after Mr. Trump canceled it in May.
I don’t know if Kim has a megaphone and Republican neighbors so he’s probably going to bomb something. That’s gonna be his plan.
Then it got worse. Rudy decides that he should pass judgement on Stormy Daniels.
“The business you were in entitles you to no degree of giving your credibility any weight,” Giuliani said of Daniels.” Explain to me how she could be damaged. I mean, she has no reputation. If you’re going to sell your body for money, you just don’t have a reputation. I may be old fashioned, I dunno.
In the comments, he said he respects porn stars, but not “the way I respect a career woman or a woman of substance or a woman who … isn’t going to sell her body for sexual exploitation.”
He then went on and said Trump wouldn’t mess around with Stormy Daniels, saying, “Look at her.” He explained that Trump likes classy women.
So here’s a man selling his very soul for a little attention and teevee time looking down on a woman who sells her body. Her body ain’t crazy like Rudy’s soul. Sweet Jesus sat down with the prostitutes but he kicked the Moneychangers out of the temple. Somebody remind Rudy.
No, Rudy, you’re not old-fashioned. You’re just batcrap crazy. No, I mean it. Sane people don’t even think like that, much less say it out loud. I mean, you gotta dump two levels of the Hierarchy of Needs to get to Rudy’s place. Honey, B F Skinner couldn’t find him with a one-lane maze and a pound of gouda.
Look, John get-off-my-lawn McCain is just crazy old man. Rudy is eight shades of grey passed that. Rudy is at the ‘it’s irresponsible to put him on teevee because somebody is gonna get hurt’ level.
F*** Giuliani.