The Small Lebowski (who thinks he’s the Big Lebowski) has the world in the palm of his hands. Unfortunately, his head is raw from scratching. “What to do? What to do? My daddy didn’t ever tell me what to do. “
He’s standing by his cronies even as the world scratchces it’s collective scalp, nt quite sure what to make of it all. Any decent person would simply bow their head and sulk away suitably shamed. Not this crowd.
They wear their shame like a merit badge. Some kind of Proof that they’re effective adminstrators who are keepers of the flame of fucking freedom, man.