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No Tears For Lindsey -- JoJoFromJerz
https://jojofromjerz.substack.com/p/no-tears-for-lindseyLive Your Life Like You Want To Be Remembered
Too good not to share. Please read her whole post.
I will not be shedding a tear for Lindsey Graham.
Not a drop. Not a drizzle. Not a dainty, dignified glisten like the ones in erectile dysfunction commercials, where a breathtakingly attractive couple in their late sixties silently forgives each other for whatever the medication is supposed to be fixing while nibbling color-coordinated crudités in the surgically pristine kitchen of a lake house where the countertops are empty, the children are invisible, and the mortgage apparently pays itself.
I felt nothing today. Nothing. Zilch. Zero. Nada. My tear ducts heard the news, filed for early retirement, packed a ficus into the backseat of a Subaru, and disappeared to Cape Cod without leaving a forwarding address.
I've tried to feel sad. I've tried empathy. Sympathy. Hell, I've tried homeopathy and telepathy at this point. I don't even know what other fucking pathys are still on the market in the "Trying to Give a Fuck" aisle, but I've sampled enough of them to know that they're all sold out where Lindsey Graham is concerned.
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Not a drop. Not a drizzle. Not a dainty, dignified glisten like the ones in erectile dysfunction commercials, where a breathtakingly attractive couple in their late sixties silently forgives each other for whatever the medication is supposed to be fixing while nibbling color-coordinated crudités in the surgically pristine kitchen of a lake house where the countertops are empty, the children are invisible, and the mortgage apparently pays itself.
I felt nothing today. Nothing. Zilch. Zero. Nada. My tear ducts heard the news, filed for early retirement, packed a ficus into the backseat of a Subaru, and disappeared to Cape Cod without leaving a forwarding address.
I've tried to feel sad. I've tried empathy. Sympathy. Hell, I've tried homeopathy and telepathy at this point. I don't even know what other fucking pathys are still on the market in the "Trying to Give a Fuck" aisle, but I've sampled enough of them to know that they're all sold out where Lindsey Graham is concerned.
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