Blooming Idiots

When I read about the kerfuffle between disgraced comedienne Kathy Griffin and her former lawyer Lisa Bloom, it brought to mind that time Henry Kissinger remarked of the Iran-Iraq War, “It’s a pity they can’t both lose.”

Griffin, as you may recall, got herself into a spot of bother a few months back when she had herself photographed holding the bloody, severed head of Donald Trump. Not his actual head, mind you, but a reasonable enough facsimile that Barron Trump, the president’s 11-year-old son, was said to have thought it was the real deal. Given that threatening to decapitate the president of the United States is a crime, even as a lame attempt at humor, most reasonable human beings would have thought twice before pulling a stunt like that. But being Kathy Griffin means never having to say you’re stupid—and when she realized that the Secret Service could actually throw her in the clink for parading around with Trump’s make-believe melon, she did what any D-list celebrity would and lawyered up faster than Johnny Depp running away from his wine creditors.