Through some cosmic accident or happenstance of fate this man, possessing all the wit and charisma of a typical Best Buy or Home Depot middle manager, wound up instead the leader of an unruly caucus of over 200 grifters, mental patients, and straight up criminals. It’s a thankless, awful job that would be tough on even the most steeled disciplinarian. For a feckless dipshit like Kevin McCarthy, every day of it is a living nightmare, and it’s definitely getting to him. You can just tell by the nigh-imperceptible quivering in his voice that it’s almost time.
The endless parade of indignities and humiliations from his fat orange absentee boss with his unrealistic demands, his acidic stepmotherly nemesis calling him a moron, the genocidal racist adulteress who won’t shut the fuck up with calling everything she doesn’t like the Holocaust, the spandex wearing wrestling freak telling him what to do all the time, the turtle faced sociopath in the other chamber who makes it look easy… All of this is getting to Kevin and he’s going to snap.