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Years ago, my 12-year-old son and I were sitting together at the dining room table. David must have been enjoying the individual attention because when his sister showed up, he punched her straight in the shoulder. Hard.
Chaos ensued.
"David! We were sitting here having a good time and you have to punch your sister for no reason?" I yelled. To that, David calmed down and replied with impressive confidence, "I didn't hit her."
"Oh this is gonna be good," said Jen.
"No, Dad. I was just holding my arm out and she walked into it." David let out a solemn smirk.
Well done, kid. You're turning blame into an art form.
If David hadn't smirked; if he had believed his silly story, then we'd be in real trouble. In that case, my son would be delusional and therefore automatically disqualified from taking any real responsibility in life, especially where families and fortunes and millions of lives rest upon your judgment.
Ah, but that was years ago! The world has changed. We're all getting used to the President's chronic bullying, lying, colluding, and manipulating".all while claiming to be an innocent bystander. If you ever get punched by the President, rest assured, you walked into it.
