Funny you should say that, though, because the government shutdown ended months ago and I STILL haven’t forgiven Schumer and the eight motherfuckers that ended it right when they were starting to get traction. And I kind of suspect I never will. I made a point of remembering their names, and the fact that Jeanne Shaheen of NH made it clear, in those words, that Chuck Schumer was kept notified throughout. When I see their names, I remember.
Similarly, I will always remember the name of Jonathan Ross as cursed, and the names of Renee Good and Alex Pretti as those who were brutally murdered in cold blood by sociopaths cheerfully getting paid to play The Most Dangerous Game (it’s a very old movie ref) for the crime of caring about their fellow Minnesotans.
You can change my mind, or try, but I’ve kept powerful grudges for far less. I don’t carry many, I’d rather forgive where I can, but these infamies will never die for me until they have been fully addressed to my own satisfaction, and that’s a line that I draw for myself. You don’t get to draw it for me. No one does.
And I’m not alone. Lines have been crossed now that have never been crossed before.
If this all ended tomorrow, by election time people will have forgotten.
You, maybe. Not everyone.
Funny you should say that, though, because the government shutdown ended months ago and I STILL haven’t forgiven Schumer and the eight motherfuckers that ended it right when they were starting to get traction. And I kind of suspect I never will. I made a point of remembering their names, and the fact that Jeanne Shaheen of NH made it clear, in those words, that Chuck Schumer was kept notified throughout. When I see their names, I remember.
Similarly, I will always remember the name of Jonathan Ross as cursed, and the names of Renee Good and Alex Pretti as those who were brutally murdered in cold blood by sociopaths cheerfully getting paid to play The Most Dangerous Game (it’s a very old movie ref) for the crime of caring about their fellow Minnesotans.
You can change my mind, or try, but I’ve kept powerful grudges for far less. I don’t carry many, I’d rather forgive where I can, but these infamies will never die for me until they have been fully addressed to my own satisfaction, and that’s a line that I draw for myself. You don’t get to draw it for me. No one does.
And I’m not alone. Lines have been crossed now that have never been crossed before.
Not all of us have the memory of gerbils.
Most do otherwise we wouldn’t be so fucked.