Who’s willing to bet that if it does start to look bad, this guy will suddenly appear as a frail old man in too bad shape to properly face justice. No more make-up or hairdye.
Reminds me of a Pink Floyd lyric:
And when you lose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around