For Paul there’s something wonderfully delicious about state politics, acerbic even.
A sour bitter truth.
The work eventually is done for the people.
Take Gino Villetti. He stands in a rumpled suit with an ugly polyester lime tie wrapped around his equally wrinkled fat neck and says horrible things into a shiny local news camera, in front of a woman with a nose of the verge of collapsing under gravity having gone under the knife too many times.
“”Paul O’Reilly should hang himself for supporting ordnance 157.”
Standing, Paul thinks, no, you should get built into a foundation.