We say one thing and do the other, standing back as they roll out a defense against our own depravity.
But the recriminations we face if we validate it…
Oh hell to the no, we’re heavenly folk, not guilty broke.
See, now that we’ve had a history of bullying the four of them for decades,
their fury is real, is wholly healthy, so we’ll declare them intimidating
(we’re cornering the market on “isn’t that rich” since our parenting creed
for decades was “you must break their spirit”. so, how fitting
that we are intimidated by their full-grown adulthood,
and if you fall for our excuses, then you’re one of us, the morally insane.)
and the fact that our betrayals commenced
well before their valid fury unfurled, that fact will be an irrelevant fact.
The women. Got angry. They ranted. They threw down ultimatums.
Nothing more to know here, for there is no greater sin than women angry and demanding.
Rant after we betray, and legitimize our treachery by that rant because, well, female.
We’ll send letters declaring our total loss to understand the situation, as well.
See, we’re the slickest shit.
We can vote for Trump and call ourselves the “called out ones.”
He gropes and violates and gets elected so, our time has come, too.
We’re real cozy with violators. They earn nicknames, not shame, and a place at our table.
Most especially if they violated our own.
We can malign those who trusted us after we rebuked them for not trusting us previously
to not do the thing we did, after all, do, so hey ho, we’re noble souls.
The joke is on them, the four we slander, hammer and malign.
We have cornered.
The market on.
All that the Good Book refers to when dragging up Leviathan, we are it.
And we would invite you to have tea with our murky pet.
Just don’t get mad at us if we violate truth or devour you without regret.
We’ll use it against you, judge you unforgiving, call you uncouth,
Invite you to court and play on your ignorance of just how dark our hearts can be.
(the witnesses we invite from your childhood will be part of a “mere formality”)
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We will get through this. The light will once again shine and History will record this as America’s darkest hours.
Hang in there girl!