Nah, I ain’t talking about Ghouliani’s oral farts on the Sunday morning talking head smorgasbord, that’s just the same old shit in a different colored tie.And I’m not talking about his desperate paddlefooting on Monday, what I like to call the “Giuliani Box Step,” dancing back to where he started. I’ll start to give a shit about that once he learns the tango.
No, what I’m talking about is Giuliani’s ill fated interview with The New Yorker magazine. The funny thing is that Rudy’s bone headed admission didn’t come as a result of masterful, insightful probing of the person conducting the interview, and it sure as hell wasn’t the dreaded “Gotcha!” question. In fact, it was a throwaway question at the end of the interview, something that the journalist threw in almost as if to satisfy his own curiosity about something.
The Nosferatu in a shiny suit was asked, “Do you worry about the effect that your representing President Trump may have on your legacy?” Even if Giuliani wasn’t expecting the question, I cannot believe that he hasn’t thought about it seriously, egomaniac that he is. His reply was stunning;
“I am afraid it will be on my gravestone. ‘Rudy Giuliani: He lied for Trump.” Somehow, I don’t think that will be it. But, if it is, so what do I care? I’ll be dead. I figure I can explain it to St. Peter. He will be on my side.”
That’s the ol’ ballgame right there, as far as Giuliani’s viability as a public spokesman for Trump going forward is concerned. Giuliani blithely admitted that he’s a serial public liar on behalf of Trump three different ways in less than 100 words. Here’s what I mean.
First, his epitaph clearly shows that he’s aware of what he’s been doing, “Rudy Giuliani lied for Trump.” End of story. Second, what follows immediately afterwards? “But if it is so, what do I care? I’ll be dead.” If Giuliani thought that his epitaph was an unfair representation, don’t you think that his next words would be something like, “Which would be a shame, since I have never purposely or knowingly lied or misrepresented facts on behalf of anyone.” But no, he’s perfectly down with the fact that this is the impression that most people have of him. And lastly, this little pearl from swine, “I’ll explain it to St Peter.” Ummm, explain what to St Peter? Explain exactly why you were bullshitting for the President? Explain how you weren’t bullshitting for a two bit grifter with a terrible spray tan? I dunno, call me stupid, but somehow or other, I think that St Peter already has the 411 on that topic.
So, attention CBS, NBC, ABC, FOX, MSNBC, CNN, and all the ships at sea. Let me give you a quick refresher on your code of ethics. Your responsibility is to report the new, in a fair and unbiased manner. It is not to routinely air stream of consciousness bullshit from every yahoo who walks in front of a camera. And Rudy Giuliani has just admitted, from his own rubbery, flapping lips, that his only purpose in life is to wildly sling bullshit, like a deranged howler monkey, in the service of Donald Trump. With that admission in your hip pocket, there is no longer any ethical reason to see his lyin’ face, or hear his lyin’ voice. Ever again! Got it?
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