The world has always been filled with stunted people with zero empathy, stinking up the entire place, at every level.

Alas, his kind is a dime-a-dozen. He surely had to claw his way atop of many others in the hierarchy, including other petty tyrants, to get to VP, and that kind of rat race only solidifies the lack of basic human decency.

“I am a Master Of The Universe, baby!” - to paraphrase Tom Wolfe’s The Bonfire Of The Vanities… about a Wall St. asshole’s downfall.

The statue may remain in place, but only if Mister Arthur Fonzerelli apologizes in public.

“I’m so-w-w-w-w-wrr…”
What was that, Mister Fonzerelli?
“I said I was so-w-w-w-w-wrr…”