"The old tin rinser" has finished me off

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None of them can just tell one good lie for the plot then leave it be. It always has to be them being a homeless, autistic, sex worker, victim of abuse of all varieties on multiple occasions, sufferer of several heart attacks, tumours, strokes, multiple chronic illnesses, broken bones, neurological disorders, robbed of opportunities despite being uniquely and exceptionally gifted, subject to relentless and unparalleled abuse and/or applause and able to elevenerife the most extraordinary claims with a ready list of personal qualities or protected characteristics that elevate them above criticism.
At this point it doesn't bother me so much that demented, pathological, narcissistic cluster-B, nest-feathering crackpots exist, it's how keen every dumb fucker on earth is to believe and celebrate them. Willfully
bleeping stupid.