The ad hominem attacks against FLOTUS have reached a crescendo. I feel as if I have been drawn into an overpowering whirlpool, a swirling vortex of personal, anatomically-directed invective from which there is no return. I feel myself ... slipping. It is something that I can't quite get my hands on and I tremble at the thought.
I summon all the resources at my disposal. I know I should resist. I know I need to resist. Indeed, I want to resist. But my inner strength seems so weak and puny when confronted with the overwhelming size of the temptation placed before me. I desire nothing more than to be able to put a leash on it.
I truly am in desperate straits. It staggers me. Nothing is as it should be, as it always was. My sense of proportion needs reassurance.
I. Can't. Stop.
There is nothing left for me to do but to embrace the madness.
DC, 'tis your doing. I am undone.