It's Over: The Afghanistan Divorce
We're divorced. It was a stupid marriage. Anyone who knew the two people knew it was a stupid marriage.
One mate decided, at long last, to end the bleeding. On the way out, she burned the house down, let the dogs loose and they were run over, had an affair with a criminal, lied to everyone, betrayed her friends by sleeping with their husbands, and left tragedy and death in her wake.
But she promised that she'd sign the paperwork on September 11th. I mean, no, now, August 31st. And she didn't keep any other promises but she kept that one.
NOW THANK HER FOR DIVORCING YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL JERK!
Oh, you lost your dignity and self-respect in addition to your house, your bank account, your children, and your dogs?
Why aren't you thankful? She kept her word. Wait, not exactly. But she ended it!
Give her a ribbon and a gift. She's a hero. She ended the marriage JUST LIKE YOU WANTED.
It's a strained metaphor, I know.
America's house is in flames. Friends and neighbors wonder what the hell is happening. And Joe Biden is in the White House demanding praise and no questions, wondering why anyone is upset with him.
His supporters just won't stop, though. There's always those people in the divorce who are friends with the nut, who believe every falsehood and lie, and eagerly blame the mentally stable spouse.
Maybe they get something out of the psycho relationship like a job or social standing. Maybe they hate the normie because they want to justify their own cheating and scheming and nasty ways. Maybe they committed to the psycho in some way and now can't admit they're wrong after seeing all the destruction – it's embarrassing to be so wrong.
At least the paperwork was signed on August 31st. Be proud.
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