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All summer long, Rudy Giuliani has acted as if he’s in a contest with Donald Trump to prove who the most manic 70-something from the outer boroughs really is. It started at the Republican National Convention in Cleveland, where Giuliani raved and gesticulated about the podium like an Aztec priest offering up fresh beating hearts to Quetzalcoatl.

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“There’s no next election. This is it! There’s no more time left to revive our great country,” he concluded apocalyptically, so overwrought that he seemed about to work himself into a stroke, barely able to get out or articulate words and simply shouting, “Greatness!” near the end of his speech.

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This season in political hell, Giuliani has seemed so addled, so much the campaign tool, alternately vicious and clownish in defense of The Donald.

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But if you’ve followed Giuliani’s career, in fact it’s clear he swallowed the whole Trump persona many years ago—the race-baiting, the law-and-order pose, the incessant lying used to both steal credit and avoid responsibility. What we’re seeing this summer isn’t a crackup: It’s the inevitable, supernova explosion of what long ago became one of the most toxic and overrated political careers in our history.

  Politico

He thinks he's going to the top with Trump. They're both bat shit crazy.

Rudy had been in the street on 9/11 only because his emergency “command bunker,” which he alone had insisted on putting on the 23rd floor of 7 World Trade Center, was destroyed in the first minutes of the attack; Giuliani blamed the decision, falsely, on the security expert who had opposed the idea. Infinitely worse, testifying before the 9/11 Commission, Giuliani lied on the graves of the 121 firefighters killed when the North Tower collapsed, by insisting that they had refused his orders to evacuate the buildings. In fact, they had never received any order to evacuate, due to his administration’s eight-year failure to correct a malfunctioning inter-services communications system.

No one much noticed. The details of what really happened on 9/11 came out only long after Time named Rudy its person of the year for 2001. Giuliani cashed in while waiting for a moment to run for president. [...] But much like his first mayoral run, the race ended up confounding Giuliani. His adopted party looked askance at his gay friendships, his third marriage and his increasingly erratic behavior. Giuliani pushed Bernie Kerik, New York’s police commissioner for the last 16 months of his mayoralty, to serve as interim interior minister in occupied Iraq and as U.S. secretary of homeland security—ideas that ended up as an unmitigated disaster for all concerned, and ultimately landed Kerik in prison.

Oh, hey. I'd completely forgotten about Bernie Kerik.

On television, his joy at being relevant again has been almost palpable. His big, orange, jack-o’-lantern head—is Giuliani even trying to outsquash Trump?—reduced to a caricature of slitted eyes and flashing teeth, he lisped eagerly, nearly drooling, about what a good case he would make against Clinton on her emails.

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Rudy was never crazy, no more than Trump is himself. He was simply a restless spirit, feeding on anger, searching for another body to use.

Kind of like this?

No. Not a restless spirit. Batshit crazy.

 

All the money in the world, Rudy.  Fix those lowers.