this morning #287.

this morning, privately he held a number of questionable beliefs that were about to publicly bubble up from the sewer to the surface. it was hard being a public figure subject to public outcry, especially for one with such strong opinions on other’s worldly ways. cruising the city streets amongst the lazy & the stupid & the savage just fed into his cold perspective towards his fellow man. life was fine when he was able to ridicule these troglodytes in the privacy of his unnecessarily-oversized home but now the help was starting to talk to the press. it was a mess & he’d have to try to charm his way out of it. unfortunately, this time no amount of new words could make up for his old ones.