Mood: don't ask
Topic: "Train Wreck"(8)
Frodo is learning patience, but he is not evolving into a nincompoop. Two prior disappointments, known as "Bush v. Gore" and "Citizens United," established a precedent for whatever it will be that our current trauma is labelled in our national history. Despite the addition of a few new members to the SCOTUS, familiar names continue to pluck pubic hairs from the soft drink cans of society. Frodo is quietly pessimistic.
Jeffrey Toobin, an attorney with the countenance of a leprechaun, utilized the title above in a Tweet/Twitter (whatever) from the inner sanctum of the Supreme Court this very day. His comment was that the attorney representing the "good guys" was getting reamed by the "Hole in the Wall" gang (dressed in black, no less). Frodo looked for Greta of the artifically structured nasal passages for clarity. It was Greta, after all, who impressed Frodo because she first caught the significance of the wording on that terrible night when the Incomparable Moron was issued the national checkbook. Fortunately, he was unable to devote sufficient resources of time to the effort. Frodo sees no reason to believe that the eventual outcome will be anything other than bad news for "truth, justice, and the American Way."
Frodo recalls the one occasion when he visited the Land of the Lost. Knowing that he had no school the next day because of the impending field trip, Frodo and Andy Cleland stayed up late shooting baskets and drinking soft drinks (out of a bottle). Upon their arrival to the Supreme Court a'morrow, they were both barely awake as they descended upon the wooden pews that offered neither comfort nor cups of coffee. They noted the presence of the young men in suits all along the walls of the chamber, but paid them no mind.
Frodo felt the hand clasped on his shoulder, shaking him firmly in order to waken him. As he snorkled back to semi-consciousness, he noted that each of the "suits" was dispatching self amongst his classmates waking up those unable to tolerate the boring, boring, BORING discussion that had something to do with recordings of conversations over the telephone.
Frodo probably decided at that very moment that there would not be enough wealth or prestige in all the world to be gained by another five minutes in that chamber beneath the Colosseum. Much less, he avers, by spending any more time on the rantings of seekers of justice who waste what little pleasures they get out of life because they became barristers.
Frodo still wipes off every coke can before he pops the top. Clarence Thomas would never understand.