Step 1: commit a crime.
Step 2: graduate university in prison.
Step 3: ???
Step 4: profit.
- my attorney has informed me not to comment on step 3, which definitely didn’t include digging up the duffle bag full of money I absolutely did not bury during step 1.
I’ll bet he’s seething today. Like ketchup on the walls, needing 20+ diaper changes seething. Probably didn’t sleep last night because he was glued to the teevee, clicking through news reports and getting angrier by the minute at the coverage.
Whomever runs interference was likely up all night trying to find favourable articles to print to placate him during his briefing this morning, and it didn’t work. They probably had to dodge a hurled half-empty Diet Coke as they scurried away.
His narcissistic injury must be yuge. I hope it was. (Though we’ll all pay for it soon, this image is worth it.)
(e come to think of it, we’d be better off if he had an actual jester. I totally get the point of them now.)