Once upon a time, there was a rich woman. She was married to a man, who we will call A, who was as charming as the day was long. She loved him, but gradually learned that A was not trustworthy. In fact, he lied to her and even went out and did things that she did not approve of and which hurt her deeply.
After a time, their marriage ended. A went to sea and disappeared, and did not return. After a time, she had the marriage ended. She wasn’t unhappy to see it end. In fact, she was pretty happy to see the last of A, because he had hurt her so badly. The thrill was gone. The love had gone out of her life.
After a time, she met a new man, who we will call Z. He was charming and a smooth talker. He was a war hero. They were married, and for a time all was well. She found out that Z had lied about the war hero thing, which was odd. Then, a disaster occurred. Someone invaded their house, and set fire to the garage. While there was damage, the damage was pretty limited. Z was strong, and helped her through the trauma. They fixed the garage, and even found who had done the terrible deed. Working with the police, they had him arrested.
Z was changed. The invasion made him suspicious of everyone. Z picked out a new person, and said, with no evidence, that this person was also involved in the invasion where the garage was burned. Z went to this other person’s house, broke in, killed the homeowner (who was a small-time criminal) and destroyed much of the house.
This second home invasion totally changed the mind of the woman. She began to realize that her new husband Z was seriously unbalanced, and in fact was crazy. Z continued to act weird, and even started talking about ANOTHER neighbor. Our heroine began to be seriously concerned.
Z became ill, and began to decline. Soon, Z will be gone, as everyone knows. Knowing that this important rich woman was soon to be without a husband, many persons came to see her to court her for the future.
Amazingly, one of those courting her was her old husband A, the one who disappeared!! She was a little shocked, and she was flattered at how he seemed to have changed. He carried a marionette with him all the time, and never spoke directly, but always with the marionette. In some ways, the years of separation had improved him. Then, one day, as they were talking, A said, “All I want is to bring back those good old days. We had some fun, eh, honey? Don’t keep thinking about tomorrow all the time.” Of course, he said it with the marionette; he never spoke directly to her during this time. All that she could think was “For every good thing, there were 3 bad things. I really enjoyed those fun times, but I HATED the infidelity and the betrayals. I want the future, not the past. And besides, who wants to listen to some marionette all the time?” She thought and thought, and she wondered,
Can hatred of the second husband restore love of the first?
or, stated, more clearly,
If you have more Bush fatigue, does that mean that you have less Clinton fatigue?
Not for me. I have Bush fatigue AND I have Clinton fatigue. The two fatigues run together.
As my Bush fatigue increases, my Clinton fatigue DOES NOT DECREASE.
Not even a single little bit.
I still get pissed at Bill, because regardless of what good he did, it was 1 good thing for 3 bad things.
And that’s too much bad.