Like Scaramooch, he screw-a da pooch

Last week Michael Skakel (always described in journalese shorthand as "Kennedy cousin," although he's Ethel Kennedy's nephew) was released from prison when a judge agreed that his belated murder conviction involved incompetent legal representation.  I don't know who his mouthpiece was, but she or he must have been Clarence Fucking Darrow compared to the loose aggregation of legal "minds" willing to work for Trump.  Ty Cobb announced his retirement in the middle of the highest profile case of his life, and if you can believe that, you will want to welcome his replacement, none other than Rudolph W. Giuliani.

Apart from his habit of talking too loudly in restaurants frequented by reporters (a clever tactic? we'll never know), and that 1890s mustache, Cobb kept a low profile.  Rudolph doesn't know how to do that.  It is said that the camera loves some faces -- Garbo's, for example.  No one would say that about Rudolph's sunken visage, reptilian eyes and obvious fake teeth, but he sure loves the camera.  He is visibly aroused by once again being looked at and considered important.  The result has been a smorgasbord of incompetence so obvious, it's like a vaudeville sketch -- "Pay the two dollars!" the client implores as he's hauled off to serve hard time.  If Trump weren't even stupider than Giuliani, I would suspect him of lining up a Skakel defense.   No, Trump makes excuses for him and his failure to master the ever-changing torrent of lies that constitutes his NO COLLUSION fantasies.  Rudolph is loyal.  Rudolph won't sell him out to save himself, like Cohen and Papadopoulos and Flynn and whoever is next.

Rule 1:  Get together on a story and stick to it.


(and props to Louis Prima)