The truly amusing thing about Benedict Arlen is that had he just retired gracefully, he could have moved into the role of “elder statesman”, been a darling of the MSM, been invited into prestigious corporate boards and generally made huge sums of money like Algore.
But now he is as loved and respected as a bloated and stinking dead raccoon underneath the floorboards, that everyone just wishes would go away, but no amount of deodorant can conceal.