If you have ever met me, you may have noticed that I am quite #tall. Not NBA-player tall, not quite "how's the weather up there?" tall, but certainly "can you get this thing for me off the top shelf" tall and "watch your head in this low doorway" tall. Just tall enough for the advantages to outweigh the disadvantages, on the whole. If I were any taller, it might go the other way.

Social advantages as much as physical ones, which is the point of this ramble. Men are often judged on their #height at least as much as any other trait. I mean, there are studies.

Height is an inborn characteristic, shaped by the combination of genetics and environment, and very rarely a matter of personal choice. Those are things that decent people don't make fun of, in case you missed the memo.

Gregory Bovino is quite #short, shorter than I am tall. Short enough, I'm sure, for it to make it difficult for him to find clothes and fit comfortably on some furniture. Short enough for people who should know better to be comfortable mocking him for it. Which for whatever reason, they're currently doing in abundance.

Bovino is an asshole. Probably one of the most miserable excuses for a human being ever to walk the Earth. Undoubtedly one of the worst people, using that term in its broadest sense, currently holding power in the United States of America. And you know, that's a pretty tough competition.

He deserves mockery aplenty. For his self-importance, for his incompetence, for his swaggering certainty that he's a central figure in the Fourth Reich instead of the disposable mook he really is. He's not Himmler or Heydrich. At most he's Röhm, and he might want to read up on how that ends, if he read at all. Absolutely, laugh at him now and keep on laughing when the long knives come out.

If you look past all that and laugh at him for his height instead, you're a lot more like him than you are like me, however tall or short you are. Your choice.