One day his wife is having a kid and they are divorcing, next day not. He is idolizing Trump, then not.
I hear he is trying to get his wife a gig, and this is all
face time for that.
Anyway you slice the Italian Bologna he is full of it.
He’s beginning to look like a character I once saw in a Fellini movie. Authoritarian papa who plays a song while Mussolini is in town that the fascists find objectionable. They catch him and force feed him castor oil ‘til he throws up, and he staggers home thoroughly humiliated. His teenage son makes fun of the way he smells, and he keeps trying to maintain his authoritarian papa facade while trying to swat at him and stay covered with the blanket that mama gives him, and the boy just laughs at him and stays out of reach. Mooch is the papa, both pompous and ridiculous, and incapable of commanding respect.