Well, this is embarrassing. The Creepy Porn Lawyer, Michael Avenatti, achieved some kind of notoriety a few years ago in his representation of Stormy Daniels. The fame was kind of solidified by being an answer on Jeopardy. Except no one could answer the question with "Who is Michael Avenatti."  Then Alex Trebek twisted the knife.

Ouch, Michael. Ouch.

There was a time when Michael Avenatti thought he might run for president. That was before his already shaky reputation was driven drunk into a brick wall the size of Texas. Though I never understood how repping a porn star with a giant rack was ever presidential material, it seems we've long passed the point of qualifications mattering to Democrats.

Avenatti then represented a woman who claimed to have inside knowledge of Brett Kavanaugh's trouser stuffing. Which I think was about the same time a woman accused Avenatti of abuse, and suddenly "due process" was reintroduced to Michael's daily lexicon. Cute.

Of course, as Jeopardy correctly surmised, it's when Michael tried extorting Nike when the stadium lights on Avenatti's fame cut out. And thus ended America's fascination with a Creepy Porn Lawer with no sense of self-awareness, morals, or basic decency.

"Fame is a fickle friend. Celebrity is as celebrity does." (name that fictional dumbass)

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