1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Washington, D.C. There’s a manifestly unfit for duty prevus malus within that building. Why the Latin? Well, it’s a so-called “dead language” as in virtually nobody speaks it–at least very fluently. Or understands it, other than its common use phrases: ad hoc; post hoc; ipso facto; caveat emptor; coitus interruptus; magnum opus; and most appropriately in this age of fear-mongering and divisiveness on the part of our government’s “leaders,” mea culpa! And the language being spoken by the officially elected/appointed denizens of D.C. is equally hard to understand. It tends not to make any sense. Not to a rational-minded listener, at least.

Mea culpa? No comprende! Nothing to see here. Keep moving along.

No, seems no one within our government, or in our corporate media, seems inclined to document the culpable characters running amok in the White House and halls of congress, in order to hold them to account for their blatant attacks on we the people (especially those of color or from foreign lands not to their liking) or with regards to our national security.

The most prevus malus, who callously practices ad hominum attacks when not unwittingly Tweeting from both sides of his digital mouth, needs–desperately so–to be given the bum’s rush (along with his posse, his flunkies, his flaks, and his dupes).

Don’t hold your breath on that coming to pass.

Post tenebrus lux…someday, maybe.

After all, hoc quoque transibit.

Okay, in plain English, tanslated from the ancient Greek from the mouth of Plato’s character Phaedrus:

And what is good, and what is not good,

need anyone tell us these things?

For the time being, yeah, I guess lots of people, inexplicably, need to be told.