Where I'm severely tested is my commitment to not wishing harm on others. I want those miserable cretins to suffer. Sometimes even my standard enemy wish, the Angel revenge (without the sex clause), isn't enough. I want boils and blinding torment, and that makes me feel like a horrible person.
That's why I confine myself to wishing these people will be healed of their selfishness, greed, and rage to learn genuine empathy, compassion, and ethics. It's good for their souls. The fact that such a process is likely to be profoundly uncomfortable may cause a certain amount of enjoyment on my part, the which I might need healing from thus causing my own discomfort... Well... we each can only follow our own paths...
ETA I must also confess to a certain fantasy in which persons such as the Republican President, Paul Ryan, and Anne Coulter are bound to a chair, hooked up to electrodes which deliver a modestly painful shock each time they tell a lie - to ask them about the things they lie about and why. They don't get to get up until they become conditioned to tell the truth. Pretending really hard to believe something their own bullshit does not count as telling the truth when objective reality points a different way.
I have basically managed never to hear the man speak. I sometimes read transcripts, but they are like word salad I cannot parse.
(yet still more mature than Trump)
::loves on Sheryl:: (Sorry about the fussy kid, though.)
Word salad is a good way to put it, Sophia. Although it might be closer to spoiled, rotted word salad.
I have basically managed never to hear the man speak.
Well worth the effort. Also, thank you to the persons responsible for fast forward and mute.
Watching Rachel. Head exploding, but at the same time shaking my head and knowing it is just another day, another outrage.
Watching Rachel. Head exploding, but at the same time shaking my head and knowing it is just another day, another outrage.
Someone I know from Cincinnati was on last night, shown getting arrested, but she was just identified as "a woman in a wheelchair."
Got my swim after all. But boy howdy, it gets crazy after 6:30. Luckily, staff loves me and lets me share lanes with a lesson. Kid tonight was adorable, maybe 11. I always make a point of asking the kid if it's ok, too. He was kinda incredulous to be asked, but then peppered me with innumerable questions about learning to swim & swimming when we'd both finished. His mom had to practically drag him away.
Awww sarameg, very cool to be an inspiration.
Yay, Jane! I need one of these: [link]
Let's get to the nanobots so I can spend all my time making up football games already.
Ha! Yes! You think those bots will be ready by the time Juice launches?
