I’m too tired (it’s past midnight where I live) for deep thought, let alone cleverness, but I took one last look at my newsfeed and saw this. He was walking down the aisle of a mostly empty convention floor, trying to film something for his podcast, as The Daily Beast reports that Rudy G. himself was caught on film:
Rudy Giuliani was here at the Republican Party Convention and tripped and fell to the ground.
He was helped to his feet and seemed okay. He was holding an Osmo camera and continued filming as he regained his feet.
@johnpeytonpark photo.twitter.com/RNExRuCljL
— Taylor Popielarz (@TaylorPopielarz) July 16, 2024
Yeah, I’d say that pretty much sums up Rudy G.. He was never the hero he portrayed himself as, but at least he had some talent at one time. He and Trump go back a long way. When he was getting into politics, SDNY even had a thing for the Trump Org. Rudy got an “angel investment” (a big donation) from Trump and suddenly had enough money to attract many more donors to his mayoral campaign. The exact timing of the quid and the pro quo is unclear, but if my memory serves me correctly, it was a critical six-month period when Trump and Rudy became “friends” and the SDNY investigation quickly lost steam. And eventually fizzled out.
Rudy, of course, as we know, got heavily involved in Trump World when Trump ran for office and we all saw his implosion. It was so spectacular that even old friends and supporters ran from him like those people in a 60s Godzilla movie. It may have taken a while, but Rudy succumbed to the “Everything Trump Touches Dies” syndrome. He is broken and shattered in every way possible.
Look, I need a cane or a walker and I still fall. I can definitely relate to the way he walks in that clip. I certainly have medical reasons for being disabled. I abused my body for years in sports, served in the Marines, and didn’t take the care I should have taken when I was in my 40s and sometimes had to do physically demanding jobs. And then I got so caught up in my job after being transferred to North Carolina that my already worn out body was destroyed when I let my diabetes management go to hell. I was working 80+ hour weeks and was on call 24/7 to manage the treatment of adults with developmental disabilities. One lasting effect of waiting too long to accept what I knew were problems was that I was left with severe neuropathy in my feet and lower legs. Nerves that are damaged in this way never get better. The best thing you can do is do what you have to do to prevent it from getting worse.
I’ve fallen too, but that was mostly my own fault, because all my life I ignored the advice of people who knew what they were talking about and who said it would catch up with me.
I have certainly tried to live a good life, with much of it devoted to helping others and working for worthy causes. Not Rudy. He has partied and drunk far too much for far too long and perhaps burned the candle at both ends working for dishonorable causes. So when I see him walking so weakly and falling, I don’t feel an ounce of sympathy for him. Frankly, I can see this kind of thing happening to him at home in the not too distant future. He is one of those actors who shouts “Help – I can’t get up” in those commercials. And with the life he has led, he is just going to lie there for a day or more. Perhaps never to get up or be helped. He is carried, and not to an ER, but to the morgue.
Yeah, that video clip sums Rudy up perfectly. No wonder he’s never allowed within a hundred yards of Trump again. I used to be a better person than I’ve become in the age of Trump. I know part of me should feel at least a little bit of sympathy for him, but I can’t muster any.
