Half-hearted and feeble motions to dismiss, a disappeared Twitter account, vapid hand-waving at political figures. Ever-so-special musical selections. It’s almost as if he’s given up on what previously made him spin.
Don’t get me wrong now. That would be a good thing. I know that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed not having to deal with asshattery.
But I wonder where he ran off to hide. You don’t suppose the Lovely and Talented Cindy told him to cut the crap or get evicted, do you?
Maybe he’s already moved in at Idaho St. Or settled in under the overpass at 14th Street. You never know.