They have some kind of excuse. I can't accept it or fathom it, but they always do. It makes absolute sense to them and they will scream it from the rooftops and laugh at us like we are gullible morons.
Which is why I go through the facts. Not the rumors. Not the news. The real people who suffered and died. They have names and faces. They live in my memory.
Which is why I go through the facts. Not the rumors. Not the news. The real people who suffered and died. They have names and faces. They live in my memory.