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.
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.
Well said.
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