I was thinking about the alcoholic judge I used to date, and how he’d march at the head of the local Memorial Day parade every year as a Vietnam vet. Except that, you know, he not only wasn’t a Vietnam vet, he’d never even been in the service.
For a long time after we broke up, I was really afraid to trust my own judgment. It’s depressing to have fallen for such elaborate lies; you feel like a fool. But I eventually began to see him as the eccentric drunk he is and now I just shrug if someone mentions him. As his law partner once told me, he’s only upsetting if you take him seriously in the first place.
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Nice mutton chops! Thanks for the flashback.
Should this be a metaphor, or simile, or whatever, for Palin at Rolling Thunder?
Sarah doesn’t march.
It’s her way of contributing much-needed carbon to the atmosphere.
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