Hey, has anybody noticed that Levi Johnston is a lying, amoral scumbag?

Because "Ricky Hollywood" just trashed the mother of the teenage girl whom he seduced, impregnated and abandoned.

The scumbag has an agent. The scumbag has a lawyer. The scumbag does a Vanity Fair photo shoot and appears on network news programs. People say they've seen him wheeling around in a brand new $30,000 truck. And other people say the scumbag hasn't bought a single diaper for his own baby son.

Via Dan Riehl and Memeorandum.

UPDATE: Daniel Terrapin at Conservatives for Palin:

It brings me no pleasure to address a habitual liar . . . Pretending for a moment that Levi actually wrote that essay . . .

And then Daniel proceeds to demonstrate the most important fact about Levi Johnston: He's a lying scumbag.

As previously noted here, if that third-rate teenage hockey goon did to my daughter what he did to Sarah Palin's daughter, he wouldn't be available for media interviews, unless Vanity Fair covers seances . . .

UPDATE II: You've got to love Ben Smith's characterization of Levi's lies as "alleged contradictions." Hey, Ben, are you a journalist or a euphemist?

As fans of my blog-memoir All Girls Names Tonya (And Other Lessons of a Misspent Youth) surely understand by now, I have first-hand knowledge of the mating habits of the species scumbaggus adolescens and, having spent years as a small-town sports writer, I also have extensive observation of the habits of that sub-species, scumbaggus adolescens jockus twerpus.

Therefore, at risk of offending the delicate sensitivities of any members of the Victorian wing of the GOP, allow me to list three very important lies that Levi Johnston told:

1. "Bristol, I love you."
2. "Trust me. I won't tell anybody."
3. "Don't worry -- you won't get pregnant."

And next thing you know, Levi's telling everybody in Wasilla, "Hey, I knocked up the governor's daughter!"

Anybody want to argue that I've omitted some exculpatory nuance in Levi's predictable modus operandi? You must first overcome a notable shortage of evidence that Levi loves Bristol, or has ever loved Bristol, or perhaps produce some genuine evidence that Levi is even capable of love.

Good luck with that. I've seen enough selfish narcissitic sociopaths to know one when I see one.

UPDATE III: Dan Riehl knows how to smack a punk:

What else is there to make of a twenty-something punk who buys himself a shiny new truck, while neglecting his baby and not contributing a dime of support? . . . Some dealer in Wasilla might be smart to start thinking repo about that truck about now . . .

Levi has even less of a legitimate career than Kourtney Kardashian's baby-daddy.