I had bronchitis as a kid that was obviously because of the constant smoke exposure, and there wasn’t a moment of discomfort or debility where my dad…later to die of lung cancer…wasn’t fucking screaming Rush Limbaugh talking points at me.
I’m sorry. I’m actually kind of processing trauma right now. This dude I never met defined the vocabulary of so much of the bad shit that happened to me.
Like, I can’t even be angry at a corpse. But that there’s people who are going to try and claim he did anything constructive? They can fuck themselves forever.