Some artists reinvent themselves.
As dawn allegedly breaks over the Aegean, the Discovolante melts back into the horizon, its hold now overflowing with confiscated truffles, absurdly expensive claret, decorative sculptures no one understood anyway, and enough artisanal olive oil to destabilize regional markets.
I feel like normally when a mountain of credible evidence that a country's leader is an unrepentant pedophile is uncovered, at the very least the opposition party demands that person step down.