I’m in Texas, and I could introduce you to some good ‘uns. I’m pretty savage about weeding out assholes, I’m old enough that I have zero seconds to waste on them. My own husband is probably a better feminist than I am (long story, thanks mom!) who is finishing his degree in women’s, gender, and multicultural studies…

Thank you for your story. It took me until now, 30+ years later, to understand my behavior after I was assaulted, too. I hope you’re in a good place now.

I’m sorry this happened to you, too. I’m glad you’re working with someone and hope that helps. I waited a long time to talk to a therapist about what happened to me because I thought I had mostly escaped unscathed.

I actually was molested as a child (don’t worry, no offense taken) and even that wouldn’t make me be such a jerk to someone who is offering genuinely useful information. Some people just like to go through life feeling offended at everything, I guess.

Have you ever read the story of the scorpion and the frog? Not to say that folks like these are like the scorpion, “Sorry, I couldn’t help it, it’s my nature,” (because they totally could, they just won’t) but that they will ruin their own lives as long as they can ruin someone else’s too.

“What happens when you eat bread?”

It’s almost like MikeHerbst suggested tsg’s penis was tiny or something. Not that he would need to, since tsg is waving it around for everyone to squint at, er, I mean, see.

These are awful people. Selfish, overbearing, thoughtless assholes who deserve all the bad things that happen to them.

You’re right on, and being married or not makes no difference. I’ve been with my husband almost 34 years and I will state that this is an absolutely appropriate solution.

“Alt-Reich” is their preferred term.

That sounds perfect!

That sounds perfect!

Nah, I look at wealth more like sourdough starter. If I have some, it’s probably because someone made it before me and shared theirs. If I have friends without any bread at all, I can give them as much of my loaf as I can afford to keep them going. If they have some ingredients, I can share my starter and that helps…

Now I have a picture in my head of Jesus doing the fish-slapping dance to Congress. I think my fever may have returned.

I’d prefer Eisenhower-era rates but pre-Reagan is a good start. That’s when the upward sucking really started to accelerate.

Good point. I think many of us can grasp the overall way the system works without needing to have every detail spelled out for us. But the “What’s in it for meeee?” folks need to have it explained to them repeatedly. Examples help.

That would explain the brief tiny smile he gets when the Occupant of the Oval Office touches his shoulder. Randy, don’t dream it, be it.

That’s what got Stone before the stuffing and mounting. Appropriate, no?

Honey, none of us is okay right now.

Poor Randy*. Donnie Two Scoops always breaks his toys.