"He Got Out While the Getting was Good"
A pretty unceremonious departure, but I guess ducking out during the haze of August is better than having a torch bearing mob gather at your residence. Let's face it, the unmistakable scent of kerosene has been hanging heavy in the air for some time now.
The aftermath of what was his crowning achievement reiterates for the world that you can "bring a horse to water, but you can't make it think."
Frank Rich will fill you in:
He Got Out While the Getting Was Good