"Karma!"
It makes me smile, and laugh out-loud, because I too have been on the theme of the "karma-train." Fat-Boy Slime sits in a Manhatten courtroom, and he has to face a barrage of folks who are recounting the sordid deeds of his life.
Sure it's an ugly circus, a bit of a shit-show, a salacious (what a great word) joyride, icky and a bit vomit-inducing, but that man is just facing the music of a life of fraud and lies. It's a reckoning. A trial of accountability. It's Karma-time, baby!
