I See A Cell Door and I Want To Paint It Black
Lord Black of Crossharbour, better known currently as 18330-424, has taken time from his busy social whirl of cafeteria lineups, 'insider' trading and compulsive handwashing so that he might rush to the defense of someone who was 'not a crook', or at least not a pedigreed one.
Indeed, a recent tome on just how long the hanky panky has been going on might have provided a slight degree of cognitively dissonant reading for a prisoner of lenders, a papillion of papyrus, and, in spite of his current unseemly circumstances, a man with an iron task to right the wrongheadedness of leftish rabble even if he was forced to buy up every newspaper in the world and have them pay him to do it.
A disturbing read, prose that would perhaps expose a great noirish aorta of malice and malfeasance running through the heart of the type of politics and practitioners of same so beloved by smash and grab capitalists, for their sweet willingness to cuddle up when the lights are low and exchange 'favors'.
...And so, there are inventive citations of merit hurriedly assigned to a tricky figurehead who remains a long-gone icon of wrong, a roll call of achievements from days gone bye when a President wasn't an impotent legacy figurehead surrounded by townie grifters out for all they could get.
Black: "...Four years later, he was reelected by 49 states and a plurality of 18 million votes, because he stopped the assassinations, race riots, anti-war riots, skyjackings, inflation, extracted the U.S. from Vietnam without losing the war..."
Oh, there's more - but let us examine what immediate treasures soft hands unaccustomed to working with toothpicks and glue have crafted for us.
"...assassinations, race riots, anti-war riots, skyjackings, inflation, extracted the U.S. from Vietnam without losing the war..."
Butterfingers - but be mindful...Penitent practice makes a perfect penance.