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| Stomachs were turning. |
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| Hilary giving zero fucks. Her thought bubble would read, "I don't see you bitches." |
One of the things I am no longer good at is tolerating someone I despise, in order to conform to social etiquette or norms. I will sit on the other side of the room and pay you no kinds of attention. Fuck the half-ass smile, fuck the handshake, fuck a head nod acknowledging you. We don't like each other, so lets keep it real and keep apart.
I am sure the Obamas had to dig deep to summon the let's-play-nice gesture. Proximity was not their friend this time around. However, Bill should have hanged tough with Hilary and averted his gaze away from Agent Orange. Hats off to Hilary for the laser-focused shade.
BTW, a real hood funeral, with this much animosity among the mourners, would have ended up in a brawl.
