caught with his pants down
I've been thinking about the right idiomatic expression to capture the weekend, and this one keeps coming to mind.
The sane advice is to let things lay low, to be patient, to let stuff fizzle out. At least, that's the strategy I'd advise.
But you just can't help going for one more fix, one more rendezvous, even if it requires escalatingly hilarious, in retrospect, actions to hide what's happening. At some moment you're caught, your bluff is called, and the exposure itself is what is damaging; you still retain the technical authority to do what you want, but you find that people don't really want to do what they're told simply because they're told to do it.
The Mayor's Office, by its own gambit of escalation, got owned by a couple dozen nobodies* nobody is paying attention to. What strategist is mapping this out? The city abandoned any notion of urgency or danger to the public by its inability to carry out the threat at 3:00pm, with the cameras rolling. The absence of action at that time is the deafening silence of walking in on somebody with their pants down. All the noise thereafter is just that, noise.
And for what? A one night stand?
*okay, might be exaggerating slightly for effect here. It's called hyperbole. Or is it adynaton? Does anybody care?