There's an anecdote I've seen in accounts of the Civil War that contains a punch-line that goes something like this:
"Looks like the bottom rail on top now, Massa!"
That's what the former slave who ran away from the plantation and joined the Union Army said to his former master who he saw among a group of prisoners being held under guard as he rode past on horseback.
He knew whereof he spoke, as the former master used to have him build rail fences; the kind Abe Lincoln, the rail-splitter, used to hew.
Which has somehow just come to mind, the product of too much reading, no doubt, despite, perhaps, not being entirely appropriate to any recent occasion.