No amount of paid recompence and medical benefits would ever be enough as far as I am concerned.
I would quit the job and transfer the skill I had grown into a lucrative speaking gig talking about how the maniacal whackjob was enthusiastically working behind the scenes (and with the media support of it all) to transform everything and anything to personal compensation and grotesquely huge monetary gains for her at the cost of everything this once-great nation once held dear.
And I’d break her glasses on the way out.
Agree :)
My tolerance for such stuff is VERY low.
My mom asked me to watch “Gaurding Tess” with her once. Ten minutes in I was telling her “if I was that guy the movie would be over already.”