Fondouche

[The Jesuit]. who would not have blinked an eyelid at hearing the confession, say, of an incestuous intrigue, found himself flustered by this innocent, but vast expanse of naked flesh.-- Di Lampedusa, Il Gattopardo, p 59

In some ways, I disdain Niume's platform in corresponding proportion to my admiration for Beppe's patience, and growing power. To give you full disclosure, I did not discover the Italian comedian independently of American media. Television gave me the leonine shock white of his hair, and a Wapo contributor gave me the blog url. My personality would soften into a small, tantalizing, glow if Beppe would sneak across the pond with il Alpini, invade the district, send Trump packing for a much needed endoscopy, and then, like an old woman regaining her youth, I'd be a complaisant mistress. Mussolini revisited. You may think I'm joking, but guess again. Am I being fair to Niume? No. They understood the context on my Kokesh piece and allowed it to stand, but if Yabberz made me miserable, even if I allowed myself too much involvement-- looking for companions-- to the point I had to burn my account, then Niume leaves me disinterested; can and will stay out of the way most of the time. My sampling says they will not allow hard asses to take chances, well, they haven't met me, though I think I nettled the administrators a wee little in my frank assessment that penny RPM rates are not worth slaving. They wrote a post on their blog clarifying the matter.
Why rock the apple cart? Testing the waters. Ready and waiting in the wings to assassinate my enemies like any demagogue too clever for Terms of Service, as if I know anything about maintaining websites, the coding involved. My heart goes out to General Flynn. Much as the dowager learned, a lifetime of loyalty ends up as a hernia with a sword through your spine. Majority rule is merciless to outliers.