Rudy Giuliani Spends His Nights Ranting Online

Every night, in the darkening stillness of his luxury apartment on the Upper East Side, Rudy Giuliani puts on a suit and a tie, affixes an American flag lapel pin above his left breast, sits at his desk in his wood-paneled corner library with views over Madison Avenue, stares into a camera, and starts talking.

And then he keeps on talking and talking, delivering, as he has for over a year, hundreds of hours of pure, uncut Rudy at his Rudest. Brad Raffensperger, the Georgia secretary of State whom Donald Trump allegedly tried to coerce into election fraud on his infamous post-election phone call is “a real wussy.” The former intelligence officials who signed a letter warning of Russian interference in the 2020 election were “willing to suck anything they wanted to suck to get ahead.” And Fani Willis, the Fulton County district attorney who is prosecuting both Trump and Giuliani for trying to overturn the 2020 election is “a buffoon.” Hunter Biden, who Giuliani has done more than anyone to torment, is “a traitor” who is “sitting in his closet, contemplating his penis and smoking a crack pipe.” Jill Biden got COVID-19 for a second time because “she has too many holes in her arms” from keeping up with the booster shots, and “you are going to get bacteria in your arms,” presumably from all the holes there.

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