When i was a kid, my grandma lived with us. She’d listen to this piece of garbage non-stop. She had me parroting the drivel he spouted. Nothing could make me forgive this dude for poisoning her mind, and nothing will make me forget how she helped make me into a hateful little kid. Glad they’re both dead, only hoping my own mother doesn’t take up the mantle with my nieces and nephews. She does not understand the harm and the trauma she perpetuates.