I know I’ve been feeling as though I’ve been pushed to the edge of sanity here these last few months, as do many others nowadays, too many for a society to remain healthy, and I’m also convinced most of the people responsible for this no longer have a grasp on it at all and are living in some kind of paramilitary fever dream where anyone that doesn’t look or think like them is an enemy that needs to be fed to the gators.
I don't know who she is, but perhaps she has good taste; or perhaps she tastes good.
Poor crocagators. Misunderstood creatures. (sniff)
If you don’t know who she is I admire that. I wish I didn’t know who she is.