There are two kinds of pain: the sort of pain that makes you strong, or useless pain. The sort of pain that’s only suffering. I have no patience for useless things.
It’s so refreshing to work with someone who will throw a saddle on a gift horse rather than look it in the mouth.
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For those of us climbing to the top of the food chain, there can be no mercy. There is but one rule: hunt or be hunted.
You’re a fool, Donald. You always were. You and your dumb, dead wife that you never, ever shut up about. Principled? Idealistic? A champion for the people? What did you ever actually do? Nothing. The great crusader? I don’t think so. You just liked the position of the bumbling idiot that you are. The optimist. The idealist. You loved it so much that you couldn’t even make a deal or move a single thing forward. You have a legacy of nothing.