Okay, OLTL, I give up. Uncle. I surrender. Resistance is futile. I'm on board with the Ford brothers.
I know what you're all thinking: "Wait, WHAT?! Mala, you were doing so well with your seething hatred!" But, dude, it's been like fighting a war of attrition day in and day out. Just like how, every day, Ford is a little less clothed...every day, a little of my wall crumbles. I am tired of building it back up again with "I miss Kish and Schuyler" bricks, tired of fighting the inevitable. Because you just know when abusive Ford Daddy, Eddie, hits town, the "feel sorry for the Fords, love the Fords" indoctrination will be in overdrive. So, I'm throwing in the towel in advance. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Just call this post "Dr. Strangelove: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Fords."