About a week and a half ago, NBC News reported that Rudy Giuliani had locked himself out of his iPhone in 2017 — shortly after being named Donald Trump’s informal cybersecurity adviser — and needed to go to an Apple Store to get it unlocked.
Could anything be funnier than that?
Oh, yes.
Because the clowns just won’t stop tumbling out of the ridiculous, tiny, wobbly-wheeled car that has been Rudy’s life for the past several years.
Writing for Salon, journalist Roger Sollenberger revealed today that Rudy accidentally sent him a computer/phone password recently. Because, you know, only the best people:
[O]n the evening he attended a Yankees playoff game with Alan Dershowitz, Giuliani — President Donald Trump’s 75-year-old informal cybersecurity adviser — accidentally texted me what appeared to be a password: Eight characters, beginning with the name of a networking company and including a capital letter, a special character, and a number. Multiple IT experts confirmed it could be nothing else, and, given the iPhone’s messaging setup, impossible to type with your butt or in any other unwitting way.
Okay, let me just pause a moment to say that one should never underestimate the number of things Rudy Giuliani does with his butt. It seems he uses it far more than opposable thumbs … or his brain. But that’s not important right now.
Sollenberger continues:
After an internal ethical debate, I alerted him. He replied, “Oh, that was just a butt dial,” but thanked me, punctuated with a smiley-face emoji.
Giuliani runs a global cybersecurity firm, but his technological gaffes have become legendary. After texting me the password, an NBC report revealed that around the same time he’d butt-dialed a journalist and accidentally left a voicemail documenting his discussion with an associate about how to get cash. “You know,” Giuliani says at the beginning of the recording, “Charles would have a hard time with a fraud case ’cause he didn't do any due diligence.”
A butt dial. Everything this administration does is a fucking butt dial. Except for the evil. Far too often that seems meticulously planned.
So this is the guy Donald Trump picked to advise him on cybersecurity. In other words, Donald Trump doesn’t care about cybersecurity.
But you knew that already.
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