Oh, Rutabaga, why?! You were the King of NYC. You could do no wrong. You farted in a hearing on your bullshit fake-ballots case. You melted under the sun of Four Seasons (was it supposed to be a hotel? No, T meant to hold a press conference in a parking lot!). You lost a huge case for libeling two unfortunate ladies who were then harassed by the henchmen of your boss who won’t pay you.

Oh, Rutabaga, where did you go wrong? I can only surmise that you flew too close to the sun.