Monday, February 23, 2015

Interpreting Giuliani for the Sane – The Unfortunate Aftermath of a Monkey Gaining the Power of Speech

... speak much evil

The reality behind the self-made myth that turns an invented hero into an authentic zero

“He doesn’t love you. And he doesn’t love me.” – R. Giuliani

“Any love is good love
So I took what I could get, yes I took what I could get” – R. Bachman

As with all matters of gravity and import, the Giuliani commentary to follow had its genesis as a Facebook exchange. Somewhere amongst the irritated kitties, the selfies with dinner and the uninformed expressions of love or loathing for a chosen religion/political ideology, some valuable, fact-filled information was shared. And so we commence with a little verbatim discourse culled from Mark Zuckerberg’s enriching invention.

The Social Network

nycityman  Desperately trying to remain relevant. Desperately trying to stay in the public eye. And in the process, revealing what lowbrow, lowlife trash he is. Sarah Palin with a comb over. And just a little reminder about his character, while still mayor and still married to Donna Hanover, he moved his mistress into Gracie Mansion.

The Giuliani trade-in
nycitywoman  Forget about the mistress, he's responsible for the deaths and illnesses of an uncountable number of people. I just refreshed my memory on his 9/11 fantasy heroism. Among many other horrible deadly decisions he made, he knew the radios didn't work for 7 years after they failed in the first World Trade Center bombing. Shortly after they were finally replaced in 2001 they discovered the new ones didn't work either. And so on September 11th they didn't work when the firemen were ordered to evacuate the buildings. That's why all the firemen and police and emergency workers hate his guts - they hold him responsible. But somehow he exploited our post 9/11 gullible desperation for a hero and managed to twist the truth into his being some sort of savior leader to the city and firemen and cops in particular! He is a despicable horror story of a human being. I have no doubt Barack Obama loves America much more than Rudy Giuliani does. Rudy only loves Rudy.

Continuing the theme of shameless self promotion - Giuliani claimed on August 9, 2007 that "I was at Ground Zero as often, if not more, than most workers.... I was there working with them. I was exposed to exactly the same things they were exposed to. So in that sense, I'm one of them." The New York Times did a study a week after this statement and found that Giuliani had been at Ground Zero a total of 29 hours over a THREE MONTH period! Less than 10 hours a month. Less than 20 minutes a day. Basically about as long as you need to make a speech and have a photo op.
nycityman In his defense, it's true Obama wasn't raised as Rudy was. Obama's father wasn't a Mob enforcer and Sing Sing resident like Rudy's. As a young man, Rudy married his cousin; Obama also lacked that kind of upbringing. On the plus side, as Rudy has this history of keeping the lovin’ within the same gene pool and DNA profile, I guess we should be grateful he doesn’t have a sister. Of course, that could help him garner support in the South should he ever ponder another run for nationwide office.
Pops Giuliani
“It wasn’t the airplanes, it was beauty killed the beast.”

The inability of the anti-science Republicans to believe in or comprehend the fact of evolution is starting to make a modicum more sense.  Judging by biography and behavior, it’s clear that the ex-Mayor of Gotham has not developed much beyond that of a simian stage.
Rudy's first wheels
In this fractious fracas, Giuliani started out far over the top, like an improv showdown between Nathan Lane and Jim Carrey, and with each ensuing and disastrous attempt to rectify or rationalize his bilious bout of verbal dysentery, merely managed to ascend to even greater heights of hatred, idiocy and intolerance. And now, the one time “America’s Mayor” finds himself justifiably friendless and ally free, like Gilbert O’Sullivan, “Alone Again Naturally.”

Lost in Translation – Rudy’s Words for Non-Tea Partiers
1. What Rudy said - “I do not believe, and I know this is a horrible thing to say, but I do not believe that the president loves America.  He doesn’t love you. And he doesn’t love me. He wasn’t brought up the way you were brought up and I was brought up, through love of this country.”
What Rudy meant – “He’s black.”
2. What Rudy said - “Some people thought it was racist — I thought that was a joke, since he was brought up by a white mother, a white grandfather, went to white schools, and most of this he learned from white people.”

What Rudy meant – “In case I was unclear previously, I hold no particular fondness for anyone with a skin tone darker than Julianne Moore’s.”

3. What Rudy said - “I want an American president to raise our spirits again, like a Ronald Reagan.”

What Rudy meant - “Which he did by trading arms with our Iranian enemies, tripling the deficit and training, arming and funding Bin Laden and the Taliban – those are the acts of a real American and a true patriot.”

4. What Rudy said - “I don’t (see) this President as being particularly a product of African-American society or something like that. He isn’t. Logically, think about his background. . . The ideas that are troubling me and are leading to this come from communists with whom he associated when he was 9 years old… Look, this man was brought up basically in a white family, so whatever he learned or didn’t learn, I attribute this more to the influence of communism and socialism.”

What Rudy meant – “Does anyone have David Duke’s home phone number?”

Sure he's tough, but he also has a tender side
“If I caused you pain, I know I'm to blame
Must have been insane, believe me
From the bottom of my heart, dear I apologize

Rudolph William Louis "Rudy" Giuliani, son of the Mafia, incestuous lover and mistress keeper, deeply and desperately needs to grovel like the lower life form that he is, in the name of common decency and for any futile hopes of maintaining a viable and fruitful public life and profile. The sincere “so sorrys” need to begin with our President and his family, should continue on to the true champions of bravery and gallantry for which he has consistently claimed credit since that tragic September morn in 2001 and conclude with a mea culpa to every African-American citizen across the great 48 (plus Alaska and Hawaii, except 50 doesn’t rhyme.) But, as with so many men of false bravado and feigned swagger, “I’m wrong” and “sorry” seem to be the hardest words. So, in lieu of the preening primate ever fessing up to his faults, we close with the legendary Billy Eckstine performing his classic, “I Apologize.” On a more personal note, the song is dedicated to the memory of nycitywoman's Mom, a lover of good music and Mr. B's artistry.
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