I see Mr. Congeniality made himself some more friends in (and out of) court today.

Doesn’t matter. He wasn’t trying to cozy up to Justice Arthur F. Engoron, or even the appellate court(s).

The Not-So-Great Pumpkin was aiming straight at the electorate, no doubt emboldened by recent polls of the dummies, feebs, and shut-ins who haven’t learned that you never answer the phone when a stranger calls. It can only end badly for you. The Nigerian prince is not your friend. Neither is this guy.

I’d like to think that somewhere in East Jesus one of his fartsniffers will be inspired to have a slurred and meandering go at the judge preparing to sentence him for his third DUI.

Alas, the Secret Service will not be there to stop the bailiff from feeding that fool his nightstick, tasing him in the nutsack for dessert, and dragging his ass off to the stripey hole for the better part of quite some time.

So many dummies. So little time.