I have to agree with you there, it's more strained than the peas in a jar of Gerber baby food.
You know, sir, it's his own damned fault.
You might recall when Pedro Picasso showed up at our old home, and immediately, from the get-go, displayed significant problems with (a) expressing his ideas, (b) getting along with other people, and (c) public relations.
I gently approached Pedro Picasso, offering him the hand of friendship, and to be his public relations agent, so as to clean up his image.
Pedro Picasso bit the hand that friendshipped him.
It's his own damned fault.