Inutile

Frank in December

 

 Clueless in January

HIS ZEAL may have gotten the better of his discretion, to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Doubtless though, the more plausible excuse his minions can make for his history of consistent inconsistency is that he is in his dotage. On fentanyl. Or, even both.

Whatever, most manifest here is the correctness of his diagnosis of his own malady: “I am inutile.”