Sometimes the B.F.E.E. silver foot in the mouth tastes like just foot.
I almost felt sorry for JEB Crow Shrub last night. Emphasis on the *almost*. Not because he fell into the trap of attacking RUBIO. But because he was embarrassed for himself. Let’s see whether I can “describe” (in the socio-scientific sense) it:
Despite the B.F.E.E. origins of theft, usury, deals-with-the-Devil, nefarious goings on of financing HITLER, toppling ex-fellow-tyrants, undermining democratic elections at every turn, and running drugs and treason of various sorts --- when the younger generations grow up in “society” and exclusive schools and rubbing elbows with other such, you’re used to certain manners, a.k.a. “breeding.” Even if, like JEB Crow Shrub and Shrub, they had a long youth of drugs, abortions, and law-breaking.
So, last night JEB Crow Shrub was led into personally attacking the Cuban mascot of his. He was PAINED as he did it. Regardless of his well qualified EVIL status in his B.F.E.E., there is a tinge of BREEDING, like, it’s UNSEEMLY to have to be so blatantly UGLY. Sometimes the silver foot in the mouth tastes like foot.
This morning the Cuban mascot was telling the talking heads that he holds no animus, is friends with and respects JEB Crow Shrub. I totally believe that, after the event last night, the two of them had an intimate conversation in which JEB Crow Shrub, perhaps even tearfully, apologized for having breached the breeding. I’ll also bet that they BOTH were tearful. I can understand the dynamics, but do NOT feel sorry.
