Briefly to recapitulate, for readers
blessed to have been comatose last
week, the Governor of Virginia, hav-
ing been publicly convulsed in con-
trition for posing in a group port-
rait favoring Ku Klux Klan violence
and minstrel show standards of equal
protection, recanted on the following
news cycle, and denied that he had
any idea where the picture came from.
With that, he announced he would ig-
nore the interests of Virginians, his
Party, and his own ostensible prin-
ciples, and cling to his Office with
the tenacity of the tick he may be.
The subsequent exposure, within hours,
of his successor as a serial sexual
assailant, and of his successor as an-
other racially confused vessel of e-
quality (if not in marital rights),
has somewhat reinforced the Governor's
barricading of himself in Office, much
to the 24/7 employment of poll-takers,
to quantify the damage before it hits.
to attain a new level of ridiculousness,
and sink to an unimagined low of divis-
iveness, by vowing as unctuously as any
caricature of Uriah Heap to commit him-
self to what he wouldn't know if it hit
him in the solar plexus, racial equity,
for the rest of his livelong daze as Gov-
ernor. Seldom has the chaos of a politi-
cian's contrition so spontaneously ren-
ovated the urgent priorities of policy
in his domain, to suit a program of ef-
facing a sordid, sodden sense of guilt,
which his resignation could do for free.
And yet, who can forget the example of
Brutus' funeral oration for Caesar, re-
vealing a glittering upside to grief?
But even Brutus didn't blame the State.
According to Ralph Northam, it is more
urgent for Virginians to be conscript-
ed in his crusade for himself, than it
is for them to redress with their legis-
lators' sobriety and balance, the many
pressing opportunities and problems of
public policy in the Commonwealth. What
a dauntless idiot. As if repulsive in-
anity in his underlying conduct had not
made Virginians feel deceived enough,
he offers the cure of heedless vanity.
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