Had an incident with him a couple of years ago where he went totally ballistic like here, talking about living off his juicy 401K and how he was all maddy waddy at the big meany weany world because his wife had just died or had taken gravely ill.
An encounter the next year saw him calm and reasonable, as well as informed about certain stuff. I regretted having to bounce the rubber mallot on his noggin the other time, but that's whatcha get for using a loved one's tragedy as an excuse to be an overgrown ranting bitchboi.
So we got along after that.
Then suddenly a few months ago him and his asscrack shadow of the same age, MerryFapster, both went all ornery on me at the same time, out of the blue, for no reason. He's been on the rag in general on this site since.
Given his age and the similarity to the incident 2 yrs ago, safe bet that he's lost some close to him due to the 'ChyyyyyyNUH Floo' and hence his continued outburst.
I mean, what choice does he have? Admit to his dullard self that he's got love ones dead due to something his lying Donny denied the reality of (outside of the Woodward tape, that is), or pretend his dead beloveds died because they were fat and had the flu while diabetic and on meds stuck at an assisted senior living facility and being oxygen deprived on account of having their collective heads sutured up the orange imbecile's ass?
This fartbag loves Trump more than he does his own wife and family.
How pathetic is that?