Dem
51
GOP
49
Actually, very soon, it could be the Twenty Million Dollar Man. Or maybe Thirty Million or Forty Million. That's from one vantage point; from the other it is almost certainly going to be the Zero Million Dollar Man.
We speak, of course, of Rudy Giuliani, who has made an absolute train wreck out of his defamation case in Georgia. We haven't written it up on a daily basis, because he's small potatoes, but closing arguments were yesterday, and Giuliani's counsel went with "Rudy just doesn't understand that Trump lost the election. He's like a flat-Earther." That should be very persuasive.
Anyhow, the jury has the case now, and is deliberating, and so we have a Rudy-centered submission today, from D.O. in Denver, CO:
For years, reading your site and chronicling the ever-more bizarre behavior by Rudy Giuliani, I've frequently heard the lyrics of this song inserting themselves into my head. Perhaps it's rare that lyrical advice, if observed, could have such a profoundly positive impact on someone's life, but "America's Mayor" missed the boat here. So, I'm submitting these song lyrics as "poetry" on behalf of original British-Jamaican composer, Dandy Livingstone, with those of the 1979 remake by The Specials.
A Message To You Rudy
Stop your messing around;
Better think of your future,
Time to straighten right out,
Creating problems in town.
Rudy,
A message to you, Rudy.
A message to you.
Stop your fooling around,
Time to straighten right out.
Better think of your future
Else you'll wind up in jail.
Rudy,
A message to you, Rudy.
A message to you, Rudy.
A message to you, Rudy...
More next week; send submissions here. (Z)