It may be a cesspool, but every year, without fail, the new Top DUmmy scurries back to the DUmp to brag of their victory and rub their fellow DUmpmonkeys' noses in it.
Everyone who has ever been voted Top DUmmy has made a miserable failure of their lives, it's pretty much a prerequisite for the position, and Big Mo is no exception.
Her husband dumped her ass, her children hate her, and the consensus in her squalid part of Chicago is that she's the neighbor from Hell.
Nevertheless, Big Mo, like every Top DUmmy before her, cannot resist the urge to brag.
It's sort of understandable. Barring a second DOTY term, this election represents the sole victory in her entire life.