The downfall of Rudy Giuliani

Rudy Giuliani has gone through several transmogrifications. He has just reached his lowest point but more of that later. For most of the world he burst onto the scene on and after 9/11 as the in-the-news-every-day mayor of New York City. He became one of the best known names. He was everywhere, representing one of the planet's greatest cities on the day of the most shocking terrorist attack in America's history. He spread confidence and reassurance and leadership and said what had to be said when it had to be said. He became worldwide famous. His next transmogrification (it's so much more solid a word than simply change) came when he became Donald Trump's go-to personal lawyer. The other side of this man began to emerge. Loyal to the point of embarrassment he reconstructed Trump's statements and sayings and rhetoric to mean something else, often with such twisted epxlanations it was laughable. The stardust accumulated during his brief time as mayor of New York during the worst of times began to blow away pretty rapidly. He became a laughing stock. As allegations against Trump piled up he played the role of outraged lawyer. I suspect people stopped believing anything he said. Now comes transmogrification number three. He gets a 6am bash-on-the-door visit from federal agents - it could have been Beijing or Pyongyang - and everything that's private, electronic or dodgy-looking is lifted from his apartment in Upper East Side, New York, and taken away by agents wearing gloves. The feds were looking for anything that might point fingers at Giuliani's goings-on in or re Ukraine and that fuss over whether Trump and co were involved in dirty tricks to smear Joe Biden when he was standing for the presidency. What a come down for the former hero mayor of New York. I can just see him answering the door in his silk dressing gown and looking flabbergasted at the pile-up of FBI agents standing at his door. "But do'nt you know who I am?" he might have said. The feds don't care who the hell you are or who you think you are. "Stand aside Mr Giuliani," they probably said. If there was any stardust left on his shoulders it has now all gone, just dust on the floor to be swept up along with everything else in his flat.