Kristi?
Kristi Noem really got to me. I mean, there was a kind of visceral reaction. I didn’t just dislike her, I hated her. Now, look, I know that lots of you despise her for her actions as a troll in the government. But that didn’t explain my gut feelings of sheer rage. Eventually, over the last couple of days, it crystallized as she testified before Congress. The sneer, the insults. They were familiar. She reminded me of a former girlfriend! It was a slow inner revelation. It grew like an itch you can’t scratch. Then I realized: Suzette!
Have you ever heard that Warren Zevon song, Poor, Poor Pitiful Me?
Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood
I ain’t naming names
She really worked me over good
She was just like Jesse James
She really worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes, Lord
Sort of like a Waring blender
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won’t let me be
Lord, have mercy on me
Woe is me
Ouch!
Yes, very much like a Waring Blender! So when listening to Noem, it slowly percolated through to me that there was a sense of familiarity there. Her alter ego had been the one to drive me into therapy, and also to the MD to treat a little something else she had given me. Drip, drip, clap, clap. Like Noem, if she disagreed, she doubled down, and then doubled down again. The sneer on her lips kind of told you how high her regard for you was.
I dumped her. She was incensed. Nobody dumped her! She dumped you! I left the phone off the hook while I took the wash out of the washer and put it into the dryer. Yes, she was still ranting when I got back, didn’t realize I had been gone. I’m not sure she realized, even when I had hung up.
My cat, Clancy (AKA the Grey Menace), hated her. I didn’t listen. It was right after that that I began to take his judgment about the women I dated seriously. If he walked away or hissed, there would be no further dates. It saved a lot of problems down the line.
Keeping Tabs
So I like to ensure that I keep tabs on my enemies. It’s easy these days with search engines. How appropriate. A digital search to keep tabs on people.
I love to know that I am several states away from them, and running into them on a family trip is unlikely. No accidental meetings in the restaurant, having to be polite and introduce her to my wife as though she were a long-lost friend.
Prayers?
She is in Boca Raton, where I am likely never to tread. She has a husband and a daughter. I pray for them, that’s right, I pray for them. But, better them than me!
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I recognize that wtf recognition. It took me a while to realize Trump has mannerisms that remind me of my mother–both malignant narcissists. ew
Male or female, the type has common characteristics – just plain evil to the core.
Smart cat… Yikes! I’ve met people that are dripping with toxic fumes. Good riddance, I say. No wonder you treat your fur babies so well, lol. I would too… hugs
He was smart, wily, and approved of my darling wife on the first meeting. She was his “mom”, and they loved each other completely…I took his advice and married her, and it is still wonderful!
A few nights ago — watching Italian TV — I saw a character who was the archetype of the Evil X. I felt sick. A lot of the people in this administration — Fat Lips among them — remind me of the Evil X. Superficial, manipulative, entitled, sadistic con artists all fawning on the Arch Con Artist, all of them ugly.
My theory is that the men, and women, in that category get rewarded as kids, and decide that they canfloat through the rest of life doing the nasty stuff they’ve gotten away with in youth. Society seems to be very tolerant of their idiocy.
It’s a theory that seems to hold for HWSNBN
😎 Absolutely!
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I know of what you speak, Lou. The whole lot send that same visceral feeling to every fiber of my being. I’m sorry you encountered that in real life. Shivers here.