“Master of the house!
Master and a half!
Don’t make me laugh!
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Hypocrite and toady and inebriate!”
The popular have absconded from their popularity contest, allowing the meek to inherit the contest, right? (psh they wish). What the meek have inherited is a front row seat to the greatest rejection of the crown. Heavy is the head, right? But what’s weighing the popular is fat, not gold, and it’s time to trim. What they have shaved off the bone so far is the tanned hide of John Boehner’s flesh. The popular washed his blood away with his own tears, but what they failed to realize is those tears were from laughter. What’s that old titular quote? Careful what you wish for? Now this skeleton stands vacant of skin, shivering, wondering where the next skin shall come from. Paul Ryan’s muscles seemed a good choice. Nothing’s better for public relations than a pretty face chiseled like a sculpture made from Donatello’s hands (the sculptor not the turtle). But even the prettiest understand the ugly; after all they need something to compare their beauty with. And Mr. Ryan sees the skeleton as grotesque, and will continue to view it as such as it wobbles to the next candidate. Even as Kevin McCarthy’s voice shouts from the background, “keep going!” I just wonder how long it takes before they bury the skeleton and claim the dirt as a fashion statement.