David Cole writes:
I messaged my old buddy, and I decided to make a point. A point that he, and the Cathy Ladmans of the world, and all the other leftists who find their identity in real or perceived victimhood, fail to get: that we have a choice—we always have a choice—regarding what we decide to dwell on or let go of. We can decide that we’ve become permanently damaged by something, be it a mother’s offhanded comment or a presidential election, or we can rise above whatever troubles us. Plus, as he was essentially calling all Trump voters rape fans, I thought it might be instructive to drag my ol’ pal down memory lane so that he might gain a bit of perspective.
I reminded my friend why I stopped speaking to him back in summer 1985: He had attempted to sexually assault me.
