His outright equation (hey, Math!) that "real Power is ƒeare".. shall be his leitmotif forever; the bastard surely ought to be quaking in his little booties
(are the feet as small as his brain?) ... henceforth.

Ain't it About Time that we'unses-all got time to celebrate a soupçon of pure-distilled Schadenfreude ... Oh. for a couple months non-stop, say?
(But it's still too early to see This Blob nailed to a wall of jello anything like ..fershure.)