Arrivederci, Avenatti

#Basta indeed

Oh, how the mighty disgusting have fallen.

Once upon a time, all the way back in 2018, a fellow named Michael Avenatti was hailed as the savior of the republic by our moral, ethical, and intellectual betters in the media:

The libs couldn’t get enough of Avenatti. When he wasn’t on their networks, he was at their parties:

America hadn’t seen so many women and gays throwing their panties at a dumb Italian since Vinnie Barbarino on Welcome Back, Kotter. The journos all hated Trump so much that they fell in love with a shorter, balder version of Trump.

They even floated Avenatti’s name as a presidential contender for 2020: