One thing is hilarious to me beyond measure.
Didn't all those letters to the court put such a massive emphasize on how Nick is the designated family driver, driving 120 miles daily to chauffeur the kids?
Did they not ask for lenience because Nick needs to be there to drive them around?
What is he doing now daily? Sitting at home, not driving the kids.
So that was a big fucking coordinated lie wasn't it?
It was a big lie, one that Nick's enabling father, Nick's Lady Cuckqueen, and Nick's Enhanced Janitorial Engineer Megan Fox took part in.
The low quality work of Lady ToeTaker's letter seems "phoned in", no surprise given her situation. Father Enabler's letter was no better. Its really
Megan Fox who carried the weight, the volunteer who fell to her knees to take salty lies on her chest and face and then tell the court its honey. If she hasn't been harboring regrets about that yet, I think she soon will be. Reputationally, this all works against her. Reputationally, the father and the cuckqueen wife will be understood as obligatory supporters, but it will always be Megan Fox who was the volunteer.
His jannies and mods seem to be having the wind taken out of their sails, and there is Megan, still partying with them still tossing weak jabs at Kurt for Nick, apparently unaware of the doldrums the crew of the Good Ship Rekeita is sailing into. As the more sensible of his viewers peel away, the remaining cult of cretins he has cultivated becomes more obvious, and there is Megan, still with them in chat, still squawking like a dumb tourist with cocktail in hand. Stalwart can be stupid.
When you're dancing on the stripper pole, the stage lights can be so bright you don't see the room has emptied, leaving only the greasiest of dollar-clutching ogres for you to sell your dignity to.
Nick put the Sonichu around his own neck, Megan put the albatross of Nick around her own.