At least he could take some comfort in the fact that there was nothing he could have said or done that would change matters. Votes were cast, the ballots were in and the verdict was there, clear as day. He simply had no choice, no say in this matter. For once, it truly was out of his hands.
That said, it still doesn’t make the decision-makers any less of a bunch of gutless twunts, and he’d like very much to tell these shitbirds to stuff it up their collective arses and to fuck off whilst doing so. He won’t, of course. But it was a nice idea, he thought to himself as he sat back, fired up Google, and perused the best course of treatment for stomach ulcers.