is surely the shortest description of every base-canard, fib, Lie, LIE: hourly egested by the Menace:
every time he 'decides' (whatever just pops-into-then-outta that febrile brain), aka: The Root of Our Discontent.

Bring on those tumbrels! (you know: the wooden carts, post French Revolution)--bringing new,
soon to be head-less infotainment to The Masses.
Madame DeFarge: We NEED You. 'Knit one; Peril two'. Venue? ..foot of the LIncoln Memorial;
(A C-note per gawker: into the the U.S. Education fund, ever Repo-defunded, creating: this Dis-US.

We don't need no stinkin' Bodges!