Follow by dashed hopes and despair.
Most of which goes to many thousands of assess sitting in chairs.
If I can't fully trust the Red Cross, they're worthless to me (I say this as a former donor who gave thousands to them over the years).
A little poison ruins the whole lot.
I bought a new Oldsmobile once. 79 Cutlass. Quality control sucked. There were air gaps in the rear seat floorboards. Every time it rained, there would be an inch of water on the rear carpets. Took a long time to figure out the problem. It was like the welder was smoking dope when he make my car. I ended up plastering some rust-proofing tar all over it and it solved that problem. It had other problems too, but as long as the motor worked well, I didn't care.
First and last GM product I ever owned.
Yeah. Retired boomer. Navy vet. Put kids through college. Paid my shared of taxes over the years. Last year working paid $50K to Uncle Sam! Dumbfuck I am.
Some curses are more tolerable then others.
As my racist old neighbor used to say, "Give 'em enough time and the N always comes out."
Married to one.