I haven't seen Edgar in the last few years, so I assumed he finally got back together with his wife, Obama spared his child, and FBI agent Chris Saviano was brought to justice. This morning, I happened to walking past Daley Plaza, and look who greeted me -- with a whistle.
Things appear to have gone downhill for Edgar. He's still a dad, as you can tell by his "hat." The top of his sign, which I was unable to capture photographically, declares, "RAPE HQ: FBI," which I think we all knew was the case. How else would FBI agent Chris Saviano learn how to rape Edgar's wife so effectively while escaping prosecution? Worse yet, Edgar's food seems to have gone the way of the FBI. If I am to understand the placard affixed to his chest, a mere 18 days ago -- presumably while Edgar was distracted, making dolls out of the many strands of his ex-wife's hair that he still keeps in a shoe box next to his bare mattress in the middle of the master bedroom in his otherwise empty Gold Coast penthouse -- his food "druged" and raped him. For those of you not familiar with druging, it's a medieval Flemish torture technique involving a lot of tickling. Poor guy.