holy shit, has Rudy flipped on Trump?

Rudy Gee might be a washed-up rummy, but he’s a washed-up rummy with a finely-honed sense of self-preservation.

hey, remember way back in 2019, when Rudy Giuliani claimed that he had ‘insurance’ that he would use if Donald Trump ever threw him under the bus?

hold onto your hats — we just might be about to find out what that ‘insurance’ is.

the former president’s manic bug-eyed attention-hungry gin-soaked sweat-flopping spittle-flecked butt-dialing hair-dye-dripping covid-farting glory-chasing nonsense-spouting conspiracy-spewing trouser-adjusting stark-barking-bonkers gibbering-lunatic hot-fucking-mess no-longer-a-lawyer has been less than thrilled with his no-longer-a-client lately.

marginalized, humiliated, unpaid, ridiculed, on the verge of disbarment, no longer welcome in the secret tunnels under Trump’s pesthole Florida golf motel, Rudy is primed to wreak revenge.

yesterday, we found out that Rude Boy has been interviewed by federal investigators as part of the special counsel’s investigation into efforts to overturn the 2020 election results.

“just sit downwind from me, Farty McFartpants.“

just the idea of Rudy talking to the guy who convicts war criminals in The Hague is bad enough for Donny, but it’s even worse than that: Rudy has signed a proffer agreement.

now I hear you asking, what’s a proffer, Uncle Jeff?

think of a proffer agreement (also known as a “queen-for-a-day letter,” which I fucking love) as a “get out of deep shit free” card.

a prosecutor will sit you and your lawyer down in a room and say “ok, fuck-o, we know that you’re up to your eyeballs in crimes. but we’ll tell you what: if you tell us everything you know about your partners in crime, we promise not to use anything you say as evidence against you in any future prosecution.”

and oh boy, does Rudy know a whole fucking lot about his partners in crime. he was right in the middle of it all: the fake elector scheme, the Willard Hotel insurrection planning, the fake election fraud lawsuits, the phony fund-raising. Rudy was right there, draining one bottle after another. Rudy knows all the dirt. and Rudy sure as shit doesn’t want to end up behind the wrong kind of bars.

we don’t know what’s going on behind closed doors right now, but if you were Rudy, wouldn’t you be spilling your guts and singing your heart out?

Rudy Gee might be a washed-up rummy, but he’s a washed-up rummy with a finely-honed sense of self-preservation.

stay tuned.