After we get back from Europe, I'll be moving out of Rahm's place. I just can't take his passive-aggressive masked in outright aggressive behavior any more.
His most recent behavior stems from the Big Guy telling him that he couldn't come to Europe until he finished his work here in Washington. So like a petulent child, Rahm as been garumphing around the apartment, making life miserable for me. I was washing my screen cleaner, and he stuck a red sock in the machine, so my cloth came out pink. That kind of thing. And all because he has to stay here in Washington a whole two extra days to work on budget matters. In other words ... do his job.
And get this: when he does fly over to meet us in Strasbourg, he's coming bringing a few other Administration folks over ... on a government G-5 Lear jet. The poor baby. Me? I'm flying with the riff-raff on Air Force One. And believe me, this isn't a picnic, especially when, like me, your seat is near the lavatory after folks like Macon Phillips use it.