Ryan’s a total loser.
He lost, lost, lost as Speaker. His vapid deer in the headlights look shows that he still doesn’t get anything.
He assumes people will follow him around like little sheep. When those “followers” evaporate one morning, he’ll be stunned: wait, where did they all go?
The concept that there are choices is lost on him.
Fox was basically dead after they forced out O’Really. He was a thing of the past, a cretinous weirdo indigenous to New York and not much else. But he was the opposite of the party line propagandists of the Mazeltov Alphabet networks, so people put up with the wrinkly crustiness.
And then came Carlson: young AND hip, funny AND biting, laughing all the way at the dumbthug evil that is the Democrat party and its Communist core.
Ryan can’t even get close to such a guy. He’s so intrinsincally irrelevant as a person, someone like Carlson is incomprehensible to him: how is this guy so popular? Wait, I’M the popular guy! Cuz I said so! We gotta get ridda dis guy, he’s screwing up the gig.
Except without him there is no gig. Everyone else there is just baggage.
Like the wheezing, dying US car companies, the lumbering, coughing Rust Belt smokestack cities, Go Along to Get Alongs like Ryan will now feel the earth crumble and crack beneath his feet. And then give way, taking him with it.
Carlson will still be out there. Ryan thinks the platform gave him a voice, but as usual, he doesn’t get it: it’s the man, not the machine.
Bye Bye lil Eddie.
What does that mean?
The "good luck" alphabet networks?