𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 !

For most of his years he has been the "𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙬𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚", 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙧 riding the coattails of his then powerful leader, Ton Paulo and now for his remaining years, discarding his entire identity overnight, watch him, composing sycophantic hymns and dancing to the tune of his latest idol , his brand-new master .

𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙟𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 !

Please, let us not cast stones or assign blame for his spineless surrender!

After all, when faced with the terrifying abyss of having to take "Lysol" , what choice did our professional charlatan truly have ?

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙮 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙-𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 !