You might think that over the last two days, the Trump defense team did an effective job of dismantling the Democrat case on impeachment. But, perhaps in a sign of anticipatory anguish over the Dems' impending defeat, Joe Scarborough went on an epic rant on today's Morning Joe, trashing and sliming the members of the Trump defense team.
Scarborough, repeatedly calling the team a "confederacy of dunces, saved his most repellent comments for Ken Starr. They included this repulsive morsel, so sickening it had even Mika Brzezinski begging Joe to stop [see screencap]:
"He literally dragged the corpse of irony out of the grave... He meticulously tied the corpse's neck bone to the back of a tractor, and he ran that tractor throughout the graveyard of stupidity and ran over every headstone! This, before once again kicking dirt on the corpse of irony, again... And the putting its bones back in the grave, one by one by one!"
Eugene Robinson, the normally sedate Washington Post columnist, actually egged Scarborough on, urging him, "preach, preach!"
Here's the transcript.
6:01 am ET
MIKA BRZEZINSKI: As Joe asked on Twitter, "How can it be that after three years of Donald Trump, Republican sycophants continue to drag themselves to such new lows that their shamelessness still carries with it the ability to shock? The arguments put forward by Trump lawyers and GOP senators today were just ridiculous." Ah, yeah. Sort of a team of, I don’t know what, Joe.
JOE SCARBOROUGH: Well, I mean [begins extended laugh] — you had a confederacy of dunces defending him in impeachment . . . And, Willie, where do we begin with Ken Starr? If irony weren’t already dead and buried years ago, it was Ken Starr yesterday talking about how — how abuse of power is not sufficient to impeach a president. You need a crime. He literally dragged the corpse of irony out of the grave.
MIKA: Oh my God, Joe!
SCARBOROUGH: He meticulously tied the corpse’s neck bone to the back of a tractor, and he ran that tractor throughout the graveyard of stupidity and ran over every headstone! Before once again --kicking dirt on the corpse of irony, again.
WILLIE GEIST: Wow! Wow!
SCARBOROUGH: And the putting its bones back in the grave, one by one by one! . . You are, you are Ken Starr. You are a flashing billboard, a gaudily-printed, like, sandwich board sign going down Times Square, saying, “we’re all dunces! We’re all hypocrites! We are all making fools of ourselves!" And, Willie Geist, I haven’t even gotten to Pam Bondi!
MIKA: Please. Please, no.
SCARBOROUGH: I haven’t even gotten to Pam Bondi. Pam Bondi's argument.
MIKA: Please, don’t. Please just don’t.
SCARBOROUGH: No, no, no! Is there a tissue? Can I get some help up here? Can I have a witness. Pam Bondi. Oh, my lord. Oh!
EUGENE ROBINSON: Preach! Preach!
SCARBOROUGH: I’ve been flummoxed. Can I get some help up here?
. . .
SCARBOROUGH: You know what? You know what? I mean — I’m like James Brown. I’ve done my thing.
GEIST: You need the cape.
SCARBOROUGH: Mika needs to throw the sheet off of me.
MIKA: Put the blanket on him.
SCARBOROUGH: I've got to walk offstage -- I'll throw it off and come back soon. This is all I could handle. This confederacy of dunces yesterday — I seriously, I seriously, these people lowered the collective IQ not only of America but of the western world by at least 24 points every hour they spoke on the Senate floor.
MIKA: Hard to make this funny but you tried.
GEIST: In the same way you don’t want to follow James Brown on stage, you don’t want to follow that rant from Joe Scarborough.