In 1988 a movie came out by the name “They Live”. It was a minor production and didn’t exactly wow them at the box office but it had a premise that struck a resonant chord with me.
In this SiFi flick “Nada” unwittingly dons a pair of special sunglasses that allows him to see things the rest of us are oblivious to. Hilarity ensues (I wish I was just kidding).
I look at scenes like the GZ trial and see people like Rachel, a borderline personality if I ever saw one, and then read or hear klowns like Jonathan singing her praises and I have to wonder if I’m the only one who sees through her bullsh!t. Or his.
There is nothing attractive, intriguing, alluring, or interesting about this girl. She is crude, feral, belligerent, and likely retarded. She does not know how to function in civil society and furthermore doesn’t give a rats rearend.
I would bet a months salary that he is being anything but sincere, but I’d lose either way. The mere fact that he scribbles this crap should be enough for any normal person to projectile vomit.
I hate it that I can see this madness - I wish that I could tear off the glasses and crush them underfoot and once again see the world of normals - the one I grew up in. Alas, those days are dead and gone.
Ya know, I usually spot borderline personality disorder due to experience with people who have it. I have not seen video of her testimony, just transcripts, so maybe that is why I missed it. IOW I think you are right.