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We know people do these things, but we have never done it ourselves. Or most of us haven’t. Going from one medical emergency to the next. Sometimes things work out and sometimes [most times] they don’t. And all the different reactions from all the different people that you stumble upon along the way. Better than working on an assembly line maybe but there are things about the job you never really get used to.

Like bringing along all the old ghosts along with you. And knowing that as the present stretches on into the future there are only going to be more added on. It can begin to fuck around with your sense of reality. And Frank does this shit in the same sort of sinkhole that Travis Bickle once haunted. So, the chaos and the calamity are always going to be amped up a few million notches. But Frank can’t decide whether to flush the toilet once and for all or to do what he can to keep as few as possible from going down it.

In fact, I can readily imagine any number of folks here thinking, “fuck it, just let 'em die”. These are after all the dregs of the earth. Or most of them are. Poor, mentally unbalanced, doped up, shit-faced, haven’t had a bath in a year. Smelling to high heaven. Ugly as sin. And lots of time it’s the same ones week in and week out. Is Noel really worth saving? But then what’s behind his story?

In the scene where Frank attempts to save Rose, the actors acted out their movements in reverse. The sequence itself was then played in reverse. This adds to the dreamlike effect of the scene in which the snow appears to be rising up. IMDb


Bringing Out the Dead

Dr. Hazmat: I thought you said this guy was dead.
Frank: He got better.

A miracle let's call it. Until we find out for sure.

Dr. Hazmat: I’m gonna hafta intubate because the kid’s mother won’t sign the Do Not Resuscitate. Mercy killing doesn’t translate well in Spanish.

Anyone here know why?

Frank [voiceover]: I’d always had nightmares, but now the ghosts didn’t wait for me to sleep.

That is a breakthrough.

Mary: You know, you shouldn’t smoke.
Frank: It’s okay, they’re prescription.

Go figure?

Frank [voiceover]: Saving someone’s life is like falling in love. The best drug in the world. For days, sometimes weeks afterwards, you walk the streets, making infinite whatever you see. Once, for a few weeks, I couldn’t feel the earth - everything I touched became lighter. Horns played in my shoes. Flowers fell from my pockets. You wonder if you’ve become immortal, as if you’ve saved your own life as well.

On the other hand, all things must pass.

Frank [voiceover]: Taking credit when things go right doesn’t work the other way. When things go wrong, spreading the blame is an essential medics survival tool. The elevator broke down, the boyfriend was crazy, the tube wouldn’t go in.

You were stoned out of your gourd.

Marcus: Rule Number One: Don’t get involved with patients. Rule Number Two: don’t get involved with patients’ daughters, now do you understand that?
Frank: What about Rule Number Three: Don’t get involved with dispatchers named Love?
Marcus: Boy, you don’t know nothin’ bout Rule Number Three! Can’t even begin to understand the complexities of that rule!

Rule number three here too. If only up in the fucking clouds.

Frank [voiceover]: The street’s not like the ER. There’s no walls, no controls. To make up for that they try to teach me how to act without thinking…like a soldier who can take apart and reassemble a gun blindfolded. I realised that my training was useful in less than ten percent of the calls, and saving lives was rarer than that. After a while, I grew to understand that my role was less about saving lives than about bearing witness. I was a grief mop. It was enough that I simply showed up.

Games people play. Right up to the very end sometimes.

Frank: Tom, where are the Band-Aids? This IS an ambulance, isn’t it?!!

Next up: "Where are the band-aids? This IS a hospital, isn't it?"

Frank: Oh, I see. With all the poor people of this city who wanted only to live and were viciously murdered, you have the nerve to sit here, wanting to die, and not go through with it? You make me sick!

Imagine that happening to you.

Rose [a ghost from the past]: You have to keep the body going until the brain and the heart recover enough to go on their own.
Frank: Forgive me Rose.
Rose: It’s not your fault. No one asked you to suffer. That was your idea.

I forget...was it?

R.D. Laing

We have all been processed on Procrustean beds. At least some of us have managed to hate what they have made of us.

Objectivism as some call it.

I, for instance, regard any particular man as finite, as one who has had a beginning and who will have an end. He has been born, and he is going to die. In the meantime, he has a body that roots him to this time and this place.

Pick three:
1] historically
2] culturally
3] experientially

The scientific method is based on tampering with what would be happening if we were doing nothing to it.

In other words, it's so deep it's meaningless.

The cracked mind of the schizophrenic may let in light which does not enter intact minds of many sane people whose minds are closed.

Lucky bastards.

When I certify someone insane, I am not equivocating when I write that he is of unsound mind, may be dangerous to himself and others, and requires care and attention in a mental hospital. However, at the same time, I am also aware that, in my opinion, there are other people who are regarded as sane, whose minds are as radically unsound, who may be equally or more dangerous to themselves and others and whom society does not regard as psychotic and fit persons to be in a madhouse.

And now they're running the fucking country.

If I don't know I don't know, I think I know.
If I don't know I know, I think I don't know.

Some being knotted considerably more than others, as it were.

There is something I don't know
that I'm supposed to know.
I don't know what it is I don't know,
and yet I'm supposed to know,
and I feel stupid
if I seem both to not know it
and not know what it is I don't know.
Therefore I pretend to know it.
This is nerve-racking
since I don't know what I must pretend to know.
Therefore I pretend to know everything.

Cue Anton Chigurh?

More dead to bring out. Only this time there is a rookie on the team. Tom. The veteran [Jimmy] has been around the block so many times he knows all the tricks of the trade. The things some have to do in order to handle the endless cascade of calamities.

Jimmy though is cool as a cucumber. And Tom will eventually find out why. Then he has to decide if he wants to be cool as a cucumber too. How does Jimmy stay cool as a cucumber? Take a wild guess.

Now this assumes you are actually sensitive to the suffering of others. Remember Tom from Bringing Out the Dead? If you’re like this you don’t really agonize much at all. In fact, you kind of revel in it. It’s like being on one big joyride.

BOTD was the midnight shift in the urban jungle. Here it’s always broad daylight in wide open sunny LA. But people are people when these guys are called. Just not in such dire straits. But the neighborhoods they service are both rather declassee.

Of course what you’re thinking is this: is this really what most paramedics go through? I mean it can’t be right?

Oh yeah: The problem with kicking dope is that it doesn’t make life stop coming at you. Then it’s only a matter of where each of us draws the line. But some folks got more strapped to their back than others.


Broken Vessels

Tom [voiceover]: Jimmy was big on rules. His rules.

Wait'll you hear them.

Jimmy: You tagged him. But he ain’t dead.

No, really, he wasn't.

Jimmy [to Tom]: You are going to see shit on this job that the average person just doesn’t see.

Until they come for you.

Tom [voiceover]: I knew I could have gotten off the train before it started. There were warning signs all over the track. But how do you pass up something like that? Jimmy was the coolest conductor you could have asked for.

Two peas in a pod before long.

Tom [voiceover]: Of course living with Jimmy was a lot different from living with Bob.

No fish, for example, as I recall.

Jimmy [to Tom]: I see how it’s gonna be now. Some things are okay, some things aren’t okay. Gotta run things by you first, see if it passes your little code of fucking ethics. Fuck you.

Right, like we all don't draw the lines somewhere.

Tom: It was wrong, Jimmy, it was wrong!
Jimmy: What?
Tom: Look, two hours ago we pulled this guy through and now you are stealing VCRs from Jed Clampett and his wife?!

It all begins to unravel.

Jimmy: You’re pathetic, Tom. You make me sick. How much you make an hour? Minimum fucking wage. We save people’s lives. We are the difference between life and death. Some guy flipping burgers makes more money than you. So cowboy up. And thank me for letting you be a part of Jimmy’s little tipping service.

Is this true? Paramedics in Los Angeles circa the 1990s made minimum wage? Of course these guys seemed to work for a “private ambulance service”. But what do I know.

Gramps [to Tom]: When people talk about living, this ain’t what they’re talking about.

Pass the smack, jack.

Tom [voiceover]: I’d be lying if I said the only reason I didn’t want Jimmy shooting is that he would end up like gramps. I know there is a part of me that wants to know how it would feel. And most of the time it was that part that was running things.

It's still running me too. Only now the cupboard is bare.

Tom [to Elizabeth]: You ever do something…something that you can’t fix…something you can’t bring back to the way it was?

You tell me and then I'll tell you.

Jed: Suzy, what did I tell you about lighters?!

I forgot all about that.

Is there an idea more radical in the history of the human race than turning your children over to total strangers whom you know nothing about, and having those strangers work on your child's mind, out of your sight, for a period of twelve years? -John Taylor Gatto

Wow..a very striking quote.

attofishpi wrote: ↑Wed Feb 12, 2025 7:18 pm Wow..a very striking quote.

Yep.

Some films [some say] are meant to be watched high. And this is surely one of them. Unfortunately, I don’t have access to LSD or Hash or pills anymore. That’s one of drawbacks of cutting yourself off from the world. But the film in itself is a kind of trip. Floating over the sometimes surreal, sometimes dreary, sometimes appalling lives of all the folks below. And it all unfolds in, around and over Tokyo’s “nasty underbelly”.

This is from the director of I Stand Alone and Irreversible above. So you know you won’t be bored. And, perhaps, even startled from time to time.

Oscar is another “youth” who has managed to disconnect himself from the sort of responsibilites that 99% of us are not able to. Or never had any intention to. He is all about what dope makes him feel. But dopeworld comes with strings attached. And it is almost always just a matter of time before your life gets all tangled up in them.

If nothing else, the audio visual experience [often distorted] is out of this world. But the part you think about is the relationship between the the past and the present, the traumatic and the routine. And the relationship between options and money. Oscar sells dope. Linda sells sex.

But politics, class, the state? They are just sort of out there somewhere floating in the background. Nothing new there right?

This is one of those films that make you ask, “why do people take these drugs?”. And it is one of those films that shows you why. It’s always dark here. The only light is artificial. From time to time the shot of a building festooned with a big neon sign: SEX MONEY POWER.


Enter the Void

Oscar: Check out this book Alex gave me. It’s like, the, uh, Tibetan bible. The Tibetan Book of the Dead.
Linda: Alex the junkie?
Oscar: It’s about what happens after you die.
Linda: So you’re gonna become a Buddhist on me, huh? You know they’re all the same. The fucking Catholics, the Jews…Just a bunch of sects out to get their hands on your money. Is Alex going to make you a junkie or is he going to make you a fucking Buddhist?

On being addicted to fucking religion.

Alex: You should finish reading The Book of the Dead. That would be a lot better than that dope you take.
Oscar: That book is still confusing to me. How would you explain it?
Alex: Um…it’s a bit hard to explain so, basically, when you die your spirit leaves your body… actually at first you can see all your life, like reflected in a magic mirror. Then you start floating like a ghost, you can see anything happening around you, you can hear everything but you can’t communicate. Then you see lights, lights of all different colours, these lights are the doors that pull you into other planes of existence, but most people actually like this world so much, that they don’t want to be taken away, so the whole thing turns into a bad trip, and the only way out is to get reincarnated.

Obviously?

Victor [to Oscar]: I’m sorry…I’m sorry.

Anyone else recall why Victor did this? His Mom and Oscar, remember?

Victor: Have you slept with my mother?
Oscar: What are you talking about?
Victor: Have you fucked my mom?
[long pause]
Oscar: Yeah.

Next up...

Oscar [shot, crumpling to the floor in a filthy club bathroom…betrayed by Victor]: They shot me…I can’t die now…they shot me…did they kill me?..I don’t want to die like this…not right now…I have a sister…Linda…they’re gonna test my blood…they’ll find me positive…they’re gonna put me in prison…it’s the police, isn’t it?..they’ll rape me…I can’t feel my arms…this isn’t happening…I’m just tripping…I’m tripping, that’s all…it’s the DMT…no, I’m still alive…I’m dying…am I dead?..none of this is real…what will happen to her?..Linda, my little sister…please, please help me…I need your help…I don’t want to die…I don’t want to die like this…I don’t want to die…

https://youtu.be/m4mk6Fri1ZU?si=gkiu02suk5tLW5hE

Alex [to Oscar]: You know, the good thing about LSD, if you can manage to overcome your fears, you can take the hallucinations wherever you want.

I know that I did. Well, back when I actually could.

Alex: It’s funny, you know. DMT only last six minutes, but it really seems like eternity. It’s the same chemical that your brain releases when you die. It’s like, um, dying would be the ultimate trip.

Let's hope so.

Linda: You promise me you’ll never leave me?
Oscar: Of course.
Linda: We’ll die together.
Oscar: We’ll never die.

Cue the terrible crash that took the lives of their parents.
Over and over and over again.

Oscar: What did that guy want with you in the nightclub?
Linda: He offered me a job.
Oscar: Doing what?

Take a wild guess.
Let’s just say this is not what most folks would call a “real job”.

Linda [emptying Oscar’s ashes into the sink]: This thing is not my brother.

Ashes to ashes let's say.

In which we are asked to consider, "What do we owe to the people who brought us into this world??

On the one hand, we never asked them to. On the other hand, they did their best to raise us. Or maybe not. There are so many problematic ways in which these relationships can actually play themselves out in the real world. Only a fool would try to pass judgments here. But then the world is filled with those. And it’s not like we can always avoid it.

Kaisa has a father. But he is a “pile of shite”. And also a rather pathetic alcoholic. But her mother assigns her the task of bringing him back to Aberdeen. She needs to see him. Why? Because she is dying and there is something between them that must be settled. The rest is basically the road trip that father and daughter, uh, share. He’s a bit of a monster. But, in her own squallid way, she is just as screwed up as he is. For her it’s dope and the part she plays in the rat race.

And up to a point I’ve been here myself. I had a very close relationship with my own daughter. And all the way through high school. Then she went to college. Oberlin. She changed. I stayed the same. Except for the parts that got worse. And now today we are far, far removed.

Then it’s only a matter of how to make the narrative end.

One look at dad in the bar though and you know what’s coming down the road for both of them. I wonder how long he practiced it in the mirror.

Look for Cersei Lannister. Here to die for.


Aberdeen

Kaisa: Mom said you wanted to come back for new treatment…said you had a new belief in life.
Tomas: I haven’t spoken to her…I haven’t talked to her in years. She’d be better off dead for all I care. She called me a couple of weeks ago. The first time in years. She asked me to marry her.
Kaisa: Excuse me, she proposed?
Tomas: Yep.

A drunken yep, however.

Kaisa [on the phone with her mom]: Where are you? I called you at home but no one asnwered.
Helen: I’m at the hospital.
Kaisa: No way. No way will he do that fucking treatement.
Helen: No, I’m in the hospital. I’ve got cancer, Kaisa. It’s pretty bad.

Oh...

Kaisa: Fine, call security. Fucking Bitch, d’ya know that?
[puts middle finger up at her]
Airline Stewardess: Is that supposed to be a threat?
Kaisa: Err, no, no. It’s an index finger you dimwit, but that…
[shows a fist]
Kaisa: … that’s a fist. But not for hitting…for fist-fucking tight arsed pussies like your good self!

They're booted in other words.

Dad: I don’t understand what has become of you. You might not remember but you used to be very sweet…Now you behave like the most predatory man. It’s unnatural.
Kaisa: Oh shut the fuck up!

Daddy's girl.

Kaisa: I lost my virginity while you were out there on that rig reading all that great literature of yours.
Dad: Well I’ve got a bad conscience about a lot of things, but that’s not one of them.
Kaisa: I was just a kid. That’s not what being a kid is about.
Dad: So what did I do wrong?
Kaisa: You got all night?
Dad: I was out there for two weeks, I was home for two weeks. What should I have done?! WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I HAVE DONE?!!!

“Normal things,” she says.

Tomas: You can’t leave her like that!
Clyde: Thomas. Grow up man. You’re in charge now.

With a little help from, well, you know.

Tomas: I’m…I’m probably not your father. Your biological father.
[Kaisa is considering it]
Kaisa: Well…we’ll just have to take a gene test.

We're spared that.

Tomas: I told Kaisa…I told her about my not being her father.
Helen: 15 years ago. 15 years ago in a fight and you have to remember now?
Tomas: I thought you were planning to tell her.
Helen: It was just shit then in the fight.
Tomas: What?
Helen: It was just something I said…I wanted to hurt you, that’s all.
Tomas: Well, you did.

See how these things work?

Kaisa [to an empty room…her mother had died]: I never wanted a family or children. The risk was too great. Probably end up with a daughter like me. I didn’t think I could love anyone. But now I’m not sure.

I've never not been sure myself.

Richard Yates from Revolutionary Road

if you wanted to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.

Well, almost always.

It's a disease. Nobody thinks or feels or cares any more; nobody gets excited or believes in anything except their own comfortable little God damn mediocrity.

Well, almost nobody.

No one forgets the truth; they just get better at lying.

Even to themselves, as it turns out.

Being alone has nothing to do with how many people are around.

What, even virtually?

I still had this idea that there was a whole world of marvelous golden people somewhere, as far ahead of me as the seniors at Rye when I was in the sixth grade; people who knew everything instinctively, who made their lives work out the way they wanted without even trying, who never had to make the best of a bad job because it never occured to them to do anything less then perfectly the first time. Sort of heroic super-people, all of them beautiful and witty and calm and kind, and I always imagined that when I did find them I'd suddenly know that I Belonged among them, that I was one of them, that I'd been meant to be one of them all along, and everything in the meantime had been a mistake; and they'd know it too. I'd be like the ugly duckling among the swans.

Sound familiar?
Or, perhaps, too familiar?

Are artists and writers the only people entitled to lives of their own?

Theoretically, for example.

henry quirk wrote: ↑Fri Feb 14, 2025 8:39 pm No woman will ever be truly satisfied on Valentine's Day because no man will ever have a chocolate penis that ejaculates money.

Wow..a very striking quote.

Even the crooks [the professionals] have fallen on lean times. The last thing they need then are more crooks [the amateurs] making things even worse. But there you go. Time to call Dillion. Or, if Dillion isn’t available, Jackie.

The conceit here [if that’s what you want to call it] is that in some respects there really isn’t a whole lot of difference between the economy that is run by crooks and the economy that is run by crony capitalists. What the capitalists do may be legal [wink, wink] but it is no less a stacked deck for the folks they have to trample on in order to secure their bottom line. Money is money is money here. And the golden rule is always the same: them that have the gold make the rules.

Then it just comes down to hiring the folks you need to enforce them. Of course, the crony capitalists on Wall Street, in the White House and on Capitol Hill don’t often employ folks like Jackie. And the suckers struggling to survive from paycheck to paycheck don’t often get blown away. But the pain they [and their loved ones] endure can at times seem no less excruciating.

This film confirms once again what the Sopranos made abundantly clears: That, unlike the folks running the crony capitalist scams, these guys ain’t too smart. In fact, you might say they are some of the crudest dumb bastards you are ever likely to come upon.

With obvious exceptions.


Killing Them Softly

Bush on the TV [while Frankie and Russell are robbing the mob’s poker game]: This is an extraordinary period for America’s economy. Over the past few weeks, many Americans have felt anxiety about their finances and their future. I understand their worries and frustration…We’re in the midst of a serious financial crisis and the federal government is responding with decisive action…I know many Americans have questions tonight. How did we reach this point in our economy? How would the solution I propose work? And what does this mean for your financial future? These are good questions and they deserve good answers.

Right, Barry?

Driver: They told me when they heard Dillon wasn’t available that I was supposed to talk to the fella he sent. Is that you?
Jackie: I don’t see nobody else here to meet you. Do you?

Another fucking smartass. Though, sure, point taken.

Jackie: Who’s running things?
Driver [chuckling]: You have no idea. No decision makers. I gotta take em by the hand and I gotta walk em slowly through it like they’re retarded children.
Jackie: What is it, a committee?
Driver: Total corporate mentality.
Jackie: For Christ sakes. This country is fucked, I’m telling you. There’s a plague coming.

Pick three:
1] Donald Musk
2] Elon Trump
3] https://www.americannaziparty.com/

Man on talk radio: The use of financial force. That is Mr. Paulson’s plan, former head of Goldman Sachs. We should not be rolled by our Wall Street exec who is masquerading as Secretary of the Treasury.
Man on talk radio: So does this remind us of anything? Like the rush into Iraq on election eve a number of years ago?

Or...MAGA?

Jackie: Now, aside from The Squirrel, we got the kids. Two kids. One of them’s the motor-mouth; drove to Florida with Kenny, Kenny Gill. Our Kenny, the guy he knows works for Dillon. Starts bragging about how he’s a big-time operator that just knocked over this guy’s game for 100K.
Driver [chuckles]: You serious?
Jackie: I don’t know what it is with these guys; they can’t keep their mouths shut about nothin’. And Kenny - Kenny’s just as dumb. The way I found out was, this guy’s investing his money in a couple ounces of smack. Once Kenny comes in with him, Kenny comes to me and wants to know what I think about that. I guess these guys, they just want to go to jail. Probably feel at home there.

Keystone cops, meet the Keystone robbers.

Jackie: You ever kill anyone?
Driver: No.
Jackie: It can get touchy-feely.
Driver: Touchy-feely?
Jackie: Emotional, not fun, a lot of fuss. They cry. They plead. They beg. They piss themselves. They call for their mothers. It gets embarrassing. I like to kill them softly, from a distance. Not close enough for feelings. Don’t like feelings. Don’t want to think about them.

Next up: killing them softly here.

Obama [on the TV]: At the end of the day there’s no real seaparation between Wall Street and Main Street. There’s only the road we are all traveling on as Americans. We’ll rise and fall as one nation, as one people.

Change we can believe in, right Barry?

Jackie [to Frankie]: It’s not so much what you’ve been doing but what others think you’ve been doing.

See how it works? Here too.

Obama [on TV]: …it’s the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disable and not disabled…
Jackie [to the driver in a bar]: Ah, yes, we’re all the same. We’re all equal.
Obama [on TV]: …we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states…
Jackie: Next he’ll be telling us we’re a community, we’re one people.

Did he actually believe that?!

Obama (on TV): …to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one…
Driver: You hear that line? Line’s for you.
Jackie: Don’t make me laugh. One people. It’s a myth created by Thomas Jefferson.
Driver: Oh, so now you’re going to have a go at Jefferson, huh?
Jackie: My friend, Thomas Jefferson is an American saint because he wrote the words ‘All men are created equal’, words he clearly didn’t believe since he allowed his own children to live in slavery. He’s a rich white snob who’s sick of paying taxes to the Brits. So, yeah, he writes some lovely words and aroused the rabble and they went and died for those words while he sat back and drank his wine and fucked his slave girl. This guy wants to tell me we’re living in a community? Don’t make me laugh. I’m living in America, and in America you’re on your own. America’s not a country. It’s just a business. Now fuckin’ pay me.

Of course: https://youtu.be/Zj2PUR1QZ74?si=-huiGb9S-9fZY1C6

attofishpi wrote: ↑Fri Feb 14, 2025 9:18 pm

henry quirk wrote: ↑Fri Feb 14, 2025 8:39 pm No woman will ever be truly satisfied on Valentine's Day because no man will ever have a chocolate penis that ejaculates money.

Wow..a very striking quote.

That's the second time you've commented with...

attofishpi wrote: ↑Wed Feb 12, 2025 7:18 pm Wow..a very striking quote.

I think, mebbe, you're makin' sport of me.

Integrity

“The real prize for living with integrity is making yourself proud." Frank Sonnenberg

Our integrity, of course, never theirs.

“If you don’t believe what you’re saying, why do you expect me to?” Frank Sonnenberg

Or else!

“Never sell your head to buy a hat” Alejandro Alex Jadad

Let's explain that.

“Integrity is having pure intentions behind every thought and action, no matter what.” Shiva Negi

"if you're dumb enough to actually try it." Joe Strummer

“The corruption of our politicians, our leaders, and the heads of big corporations didn’t suddenly happen when they found themselves in influential roles; it has been an ongoing part of our everyday relationships and society for a long time.” Troy Hadeed

Just don't call it capitalism, right IC?

“Integrity is not an afterthought. Integrity is instinctual.” Ahavel Aborishade

If only going back to Adam and Eve?

henry quirk wrote: ↑Sat Feb 15, 2025 1:53 am

attofishpi wrote: ↑Fri Feb 14, 2025 9:18 pm

henry quirk wrote: ↑Fri Feb 14, 2025 8:39 pm No woman will ever be truly satisfied on Valentine's Day because no man will ever have a chocolate penis that ejaculates money.

Wow..a very striking quote.

That's the second time you've commented with...

attofishpi wrote: ↑Wed Feb 12, 2025 7:18 pm Wow..a very striking quote.

I think, mebbe, you're makin' sport of me.

..and?

Don't tell me u have an issue with me ...truly, lmfao