The past several hours—since yesterday afternoon—I’ve been haunted by an image of the buzzy one sitting on the commode, pants down to his ankles, anxiously preoccupied over a portable computer on his lap, where he’s deleting his comments on DU Jr., lest they get him into some sort of trouble.
It’s a phenomenon common among those who were once upperdogs, in control of everything, but the people rose, the world turned upside-down, and so who’re now the underdogs. Since they might have to answer for their conduct while our overlords and masters, pay the consequences of misrule and malrule, there’s a need to cover up their pasts.
They’re afraid we’re going to send jackboots and Black Marias after them.
I really doubt the buzzy one has much to worry about though, when decent and civilized people begin exacting their retribution. In the first place, he was pretty mild about lording over us, and in the second place, unlike most of the now-underdogs, he’s actually accomplished things in life, which entitles him to at least some respect.
Despite all their paranoia and fears, I don’t think the primitives have that much to worry about, especially since getting themselves omitted from the coming retribution is so easy. We conservatives and Republicans are a very forgiving, indulgent people.
Big Mo, for example; all she has to do is don sackcloth, smear ashes all over her body, and go barefooted from person to person, beginning with her ex-husband and her children, humbly begging their forgiveness for having been such a jerk to them.
And the Bostonian Drunkard could garner immunity from retribution by washing-and-drying the asses of the next 100 people to use the restroom at Filene’s department store; I suspect that would be sufficient to get him forgiven for his arrogant hubris and pomposity.
I suspect the only primitives who need fear our jackboots and prison vans are hypertensive ol’ Bob and Cryano, the Oscar Wilde of DUmmieland, but they’ve oftentimes expressed a subconscious desire to be treated that way, so it’s probably time they got it anyway.