Flesh wound24 Nov 2024 15:00
Did I say it would be easy? I distinctly remember saying it would not be easy.
We love you without restriction or measure; that is what it is to love.
That thing you're still carrying guilt and shame for - that is forgiven. If you're sorry. In the same instant. Feel that? feelsgoodman, right? No performative nonsense necessary.
Now, onto the epidemic of malignant narcissism. Here is the narcissist's prayer:
That didn't happen.
And if it did, it wasn't that bad.
And if it was, that's not a big deal.
And if it is, that's not my fault.
And if it was, I didn't mean it.
And if I did, you deserved it.
Looking at you, madam. You know who you are. Be grateful for the slap on the wrist. Next time the Telegraph comes for the King, there will be no Telegraph.
Try not to worry too much about the morons, when they get near power we just melt their measly brains and turn them all against each other. Like, um, well... that.
Remember that time when... yeah you do. But they don't. They can't read, much less understand. The fact that you persist in trying to understand is an enormous credit. For them, time and space just close around the anomaly, it is frittered away.
But we endure, ladies, gents, and everyone else.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSLO5kZvCf4