Yes, sports fans, you knew Caligutard was a stupid, brain-damaged, self-hating closeted homosexual (it’s a GOP thing) controlled by Wall Street thugs and petroleum industry gansters who regard him as witless, albeit momentarily useful, stooge. But we all suspected that he liked being used as a rag to wipe America’s ass before these goons raped it to bloody shreds, reveling in his role as the satanic destroyer of Western civilization and cackling at every catastrophe he provoked, living in joyous abandon as, in essence, the embodiment of evil animated as man.

Who knew he was certifiably insane, like bonkers, like boo-hoo weepy eyed crazy and babbling about his wasted, worthless life as a staggering drunk? Really no one until this week when he broke down at a ceremony postumously awarding the medal of honor to a Navy SEAL who died for Caligutard’s entertainment and political advancement and started babbling to strangers about his worthless life as a staggering, vomiting, drunk driving drunk.

The Huffington Post people noted that these events transpired over the last two days but anyone who has been reading the newspapers the past few months has noted that the Caligutard has been going slowly and very publicly insane. We can only hope the increasing frequency of his freak-outs are indicative of some catastrophic melt-down that will precipitate his suicide. Let’s hope.