They are acting like abused wives. The husband has spent the past four years—but the past two especially—slapping them around and humiliating them. Now he wants to hold hands and play footsie. The Republicans can’t wait—it sounds like such fun!
On a side note. I forgot to tell you, when you were educating me re: rotted, fermented herrings, that I’m a quarter Swedish. Now you’ve got me terrified that a relative ate that stuff. I may still be suffering the side effects!
Actually up in northern Sweden, when the harvest of new potatoes in summertime, surstromming is considered a “delicatessen” by some, but it has to consumed by help of lots of Snaps and Beers. I served on a ship where the Swedes tried to persuaded me a try. As very young and inexperienced I had to throw up immediately and even some coming out of my nose, yakking. Go figure!!!