content: Jim Acosta is one of the slimiest journalists. He's just slimy in general. A  sycophantic ass-sniffing social climber that wears his sweaters tied around his neck over top of pastel polos kind of scumbag. The kind of guy who cums when a woman bitches about her husband within earshot, brings her an unsolicited gas station slurpee, raises his sunglasses up to rest in his hair, and asks if she wants to talk about it.