Sam Nunberg has never impressed folks as a nice guy.
He came to the public eye when he was fired, for a little while, by Mr. Trump for what polite people call racially provocative internet posts. A more accurate description is simpler. They were racist. After basking in notoriety for a few days, Sam denied authorship.
Today, he doesn’t even bother. What was wrong with those posts? he asks. Did they cost any votes?
Okay the fact that I was fired for Facebook posts which were … Fine! … racially intensitive (sic)?
Do you think that would have cost us a vote?
He is fascinated with tough guys who thought it was funny to subvert democracy during the Nixon years. They performed dirty tricks and laughed about various illegalities later.
Sam thought they were too cool for words. He attached himself to Roger Stone, one of the original dirty tricksters. Stone boasted of his own ethical models: Roy Cohn of Joe McCarthy fame, Dick Nixon, and the Duke of Windsor who brought Nazism to English royalty. Sam Nunberg regards Roger Stone as a father figure.
Roger Stone is like a surrogate father. He’s like my father.
Sam has been hired and fired and hired and fired over the years by the man who became our President.
Generating sympathy for such an individual is not an easy task. But this was his week in Bizarro World, as he went on one cable news interview after another. He wanted to talk about his part in the Trump-Russia-election-hacking investigation being conducted by special counsel Robert Mueller.
He is clearly under pressure. To say that he seemed to crack is understatement. He self-scrambled on screen. Print does not do justice to the spectacle. He was not unraveling. He was already there, a rolling mass of torn yarn littering the floor.
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