During the 2000s my mother took a Sharpie and blotted out Bush's face in every newspaper and magazine photograph that came through the house. Now she actually says "oh we miss George, he wasn't as bad as Trump!" My friends who also have Dem Boomer parents report the same statements. Like, uh, whut? At least have the conviction to be consistent in your beliefs. Jeez.
During the 2000s my mother took a Sharpie and blotted out Bush's face in every newspaper and magazine photograph that came through the house. Now she actually says "oh we miss George, he wasn't as bad as Trump!" My friends who also have Dem Boomer parents report the same statements. Like, uh, whut? At least have the conviction to be consistent in your beliefs. Jeez.
When Rudy Giuliani was running for reelection in New York I asked my brother (who lived in NYC) if he was voting for him. His response was no and that he “can’t stand the guy”. I asked him pointed and specific questions about what he didn’t like about Giuliani and he simply repeated that he couldn’t stand the guy. No reason. Just couldn’t stand him.
During my brother’s most recent visit down south here with family he exclaimed, without any self-awareness that what New York needs right now is another Rudy Giuliani because “he was a great mayor”.
I had to be embarrassed for him. Because he didn’t have the sense to be embarrassed for himself.
That’s the beauty of “feelings” – you can change them on a dime and no reconciliation with the past can be demanded. They just “are.” In the past, we regarded such things as “childish.”
During the 2000s my mother took a Sharpie and blotted out Bush's face in every newspaper and magazine photograph that came through the house. Now she actually says "oh we miss George, he wasn't as bad as Trump!" My friends who also have Dem Boomer parents report the same statements. Like, uh, whut? At least have the conviction to be consistent in your beliefs. Jeez.
When Rudy Giuliani was running for reelection in New York I asked my brother (who lived in NYC) if he was voting for him. His response was no and that he “can’t stand the guy”. I asked him pointed and specific questions about what he didn’t like about Giuliani and he simply repeated that he couldn’t stand the guy. No reason. Just couldn’t stand him.
During my brother’s most recent visit down south here with family he exclaimed, without any self-awareness that what New York needs right now is another Rudy Giuliani because “he was a great mayor”.
I had to be embarrassed for him. Because he didn’t have the sense to be embarrassed for himself.
That’s the beauty of “feelings” – you can change them on a dime and no reconciliation with the past can be demanded. They just “are.” In the past, we regarded such things as “childish.”