INDEED.
The death grip on bitterness, resentment, vendettas against perceived and/or real slights and insults from evidently years and years ago as well as however recent . . . seems to be thicker than ice on the North Slope in January.
And yet we’re supposed to kowtow, kiss toes, smile submissively etc. to the poison spewed from all that bitterness, resentment and vendetta mentality stuff.
Not planning to comply on my watch.
Mine either, I'm too busy laughing.
As Quix braves the mucky swamp full of quicksand, hop scotching across the backs of alligators(post 342), the air is full of the spewed poison of bitterness, resentment and vendetta mentality “stuff”. “Onward, ONWARD”, he shouts. “To the North Slope of ice and certain/perceived slights and insults. This parable of great price shall stand in testament to the “confused”. And in victory to the ‘informed’. Let he who has eyes hear”....