With lackluster figures polluting the halls of congress, George Santos somehow rose above the fray like a vintage parade float. I’ll miss the man and his unusual blend of tight-fitting sweaters, steely indignation, and good yarns. Like Christ, he’s about to enter the wilderness. But if anyone can reinvent himself it’s the Picasso of prevarication. Shamelessness and creativity will serve him well, in Hollywood or on his tax return. What’s next? A late-night show, a televised two-step with imploding stars, or a tell-all book. Liberty is our nation’s founding principle. What’s wrong with taking a few along the way?
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