Okay, it’s now obvious we need to deprogram Dex.
No, no, no, no, no.
Seeking to fight ignorance about dear old “Cecil” is something of which the “man” (sorry, Dex, man…and, um, Cecil) himself would undoubtedly approve. I feel that I am being tested, that like Malvolio I have been chosen for having greatness thrust upon me.
Having been tested in the crucible of public obloquy, maybe, just maybe, it will be my destiny to take over the mantle of the great one!
Yes, me - the new Cecil!
If not, I hope you will take up a collection and put something appropriate on my tomb - well, not my tomb, as I’m getting cremated - but write me a fitting epitaph, anyway:
“There was a young fellow called Roger,
(In reality a surly, old codger),
He pissed off the Board
By impugning their Lord
And all to compensate for his todger.”
And, anyway, is it not fun to witness all these brilliant attempts to obfuscate the issue and argue about irrelevancies, the cyber-legal discovery of reams of documents on totally immaterial issues?
Roger, cast down the ring!
Ro-o-o-o-o-o-gerrrr!