Pity without mercy. That about sums up how I feel about the people who are defending Brett Kavanaugh's alleged behavior, those who defend Ronald McBlumpkin's self-described behavior, and every numbnarded tool in this world who:
gets off on degrading their sexual partner and then boasting about it to their supposedly-not-sexual-or-romantic friends, whose approval they desperately needbrags about how they pay, coerce, or force people into sexual acts because they don't even realize it's not cute to admit they are devoid of personal attractionsstaggers around town like Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, moaning about how "If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear" and also lawsuits, lots of lawsuits, and also mass barfing
I feel a nauseous sort of disgust mixed with pity about such revolting human failures. It's the sort of pity that does not inspire well wishes so much as regret that this thing ever existed and that I had to know about it. Like, what demente…
gets off on degrading their sexual partner and then boasting about it to their supposedly-not-sexual-or-romantic friends, whose approval they desperately needbrags about how they pay, coerce, or force people into sexual acts because they don't even realize it's not cute to admit they are devoid of personal attractionsstaggers around town like Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, moaning about how "If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear" and also lawsuits, lots of lawsuits, and also mass barfing
I feel a nauseous sort of disgust mixed with pity about such revolting human failures. It's the sort of pity that does not inspire well wishes so much as regret that this thing ever existed and that I had to know about it. Like, what demente…