Opus walks down the sidewalk, dancing like a white boy penguin, and trying to beatbox..."Foom foom OOH! Foom foom OOH! Oh, it's time to go to caucus and I'm feelin' mighty raucous! Yeah no jive, let's caucus raucous! I ain't talkin' 'bout Caracas!"
I believe Opus wound up tied to a chair with his necktie stuffed in his mouth.
That's about how I feel regarding the whole Iowa caucus hullabaloo.