It's such a weird situation.
Hard to find a good allegory for it.
It's like so many times in life when you give advice and they admonish you for it, then later it becomes apparent that they should have listened to you.
Reminding them that you told them so just results in denial or sneering contempt.
Life's weird.
Admitting one was conned, bamboozled, took, had, hoodwinked or taken for that ride is a hard mental hump for most to surmount. If one does not know who The Mark at the table is, it's them. Cognitive dissonance and self deception are hallmarks of the unexamined lives of quiet desperation displayed by the Midwit Maskie NPCish Pop Culture Pro Sports Fandom types. Human nature is to entrench, double down and then deny til you die when it becomes glaringly obvious that one was fucking stupid and gullible enough to step up to that Three Card Monty table in the back alley with the Jheri Curl Darkie with the gold tooth.
Well said.
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