Wednesday, December 18, 2024

Act on Impulse, Repent at Leisure

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For sheer injured ego, there is no vindictiveness

quite so acidly reviling as that of a woman scorned

or relegated to an inferior position, or ignored or

unappreciated, or set aside when once her usefulness

was an unquestioned matter-of-fact reality that

somehow turned around leading to her dismissal.

That old adage did not gain the traction of reliance

in the wisdom of observers whose own experiences

led them to that same conclusion: There is no fury

like that of a woman scorned. Once trust that was

unbreakable shattered beyond recovery the instinct

of social survival commandeers every aspect of a

woman's formidable arsenal of payback, and woe

betide the simpering, apologizing target, including 

one who is himself fully capable of domination of

sycophants held ransom by positions of enviable

power sheepishly relinquished at the demand of

he holding the ultimate reins of control, who just

happened to exercise that control at the wrong time 

with the wrong person whose venomous response

sends him reeling with the implosion of his legacy.


 

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