The Hope of the Hicks

The last best hope, the redneck pope the hicks are counting on, won’t need his travel kit when he’s on Ricker’s Island. Gavel it! He orders bedroom windows made of bricks: aspires to nothing higher than Stevie Nix. The break-up (that’s why Vaclav Havel quit) – how cross is Marjorie, how cavil-fit – is something he would engineer for kicks, so put him where he can’t mishandle chicks. He screwed it all. His team unravel, knit: on Epstein’s isle, he did the Savile bit. With Kavanaugh and J.D. Vance his picks, The Hollow Man is running out of tricks. There’s only one thing left – the Gravel Pit! (I’m penniless: I have no hint of loot. I fear no a-hole’s defamation suit.)