I'm Dr. Inappropriate.
By not answering, he made things clear. After a lifetime of publicly discussing the right and wrong of things, it comes down to this:
Shut up. We've got the votes.
I wasn't the only one who thought it would turn out this way. Most political reporters had figured out the scenario, as did many of you. And right after the election, as if on cue, we heard unconfirmed reports about Rep. Jackson and a possible plea deal. If those reports are true, Junior's re-election has given him at least some leverage with the feds. He wasn't elected to serve his constituency — he was elected to serve himself.
We know the political class treats us like chumbolones, like idiots. The politicians keep getting elected to fill their treasure chests and the rest of us wonder what dog food will taste like when we're old.
So we call ourselves Chumbolone Nation. We're of all parties and of no parties. It's not about party. It's proud self-mockery, to let them know we're not oblivious to their schemes.
But what of the others, the thousands upon thousands who voted for Congressman Bud Light and Leave it in the Envelope and Boss Madigan?
They're not chumbolones like us. They're not victims. They're greedy morons, white and black and brown, barbarians slapping the rest of us in the mouth. They vote for a payoff, and ultimately, we chumbolones are the ones who end up paying.
Exiling them is impossible. But we can't excuse them either.
That would truly be inappropriate.