Richard never thought he would crave an omelet for lunch. The divorce with Jane sure had messed up his food habits. Thank god his new wife Vicky and his step son Tim had gone down to the city for the weekend and his daughter Mary was at a friend’s birthday party. Otherwise Richard would have to explain why he, who had spoiled so many dinners by refusing to eat dishes with eggs, now couldn’t wait to make an omelet.
Well, the powers that be have enthroned the proverbial tool:
someone clownish enough, and absurd, and sufficiently sinister,
while the rest of us polish the role of obedient fools –
wave the flag for the President, clap for the local Prime Minister!