Looks like those filthy commies are good for something after all. The expert on all things anti-socialism flies himself to Moscow in a last ditched effort to keep himself alive. Hard to know what will kill him first - burnout, starvation or the amount of shit he takes, but I do hope he doesn't die. Not so much because he would be missed, the guy's done enough, more than most on the subject of human rights, really; but because it's important to know not all well-spoken advocates for freedom of speech are such drama queen pussies. Yelling, crying, pouting, those things were adorable! not so adorable as being a psychologist an unable to see the tempo he was running milking his self-help book for all it was worth was not sustainable and then when the spotlight moved from him to his ill-fortunate spouse, he lost the reins and it all spiraled down. He's been known to think he reacts very violently to elements that inspire depression. So it's a little off-putting a trained professional cannot follow a map. An addiction doctor not being able to suspect drugs cause addiction.
I dream about that guy, did I ever tell you? He is impossible to talk to normally, but will always screech really loud to draw bystander attention when doing so and we sometimes spend ages yelling and play-insulting one another in dreams. I haven't for a long while now, but usually, after news like these, I do. Tonight he yelled: I am not arguing with you, because you disappoint me!
Bit of a projection there, but ... get your shit together, swizzle stick. And eat a salad. You are not done.
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