I saw a link to this on Hotair. It was simply impossible for me to find any feeling for her other than disdain. I tried to summon up some kind of empathy, all too aware of the nights and holidays alone. But I went into this with that knowledge. As did she. Except that she was in love with the danger, not the man. I wondered about that a moment and then clicked through.
This told me what I needed to know.
"[if she had a million dollars]...I would drop frequent and regular $100 bills on...my psychiatrist; and most, most, most, important, my man Manny at Hilltop Pharmacy."
So much for mercy. Welcome to the prozac nation, making the best decisions they can, and fucking you over in the ballot booth.