We have a potential bunkmate for LIZZY HOLMES or LUIGI MANGIONE-manocotti if "they" choose a male-ische gender for purposes of incarceration. Three products of "elite" Us: LIZZY, LUIGI, & NATALIE.
2. The proper spellink is Pimpco. They shill for bond issuers - otherwise known as pimping. BILL GROSS was just a pimp.
3. You (Janice) define me as a heathen, as I bleeve eating chicken and pasta together is just fine. I prefer the irony-sarcastic moniker Reverend Vice. Which, when you apply observations of numerous reverends, turns ~OUTT to be neither as ironic nor sarcastic as initial impression might suggest.
I don't fear the Tenth Circle of Hell. I've been to Detroit and Baltimore before. FWIW, I was baptised Catlick. Briefly tried Lutheran as a very young kidd. Pitched/binned/shitcanned both as ridiculous nonsense early on - both make less sense than Santa, the Easter Bunny, or the Toof Ferry (none of which are internally self-contradictory nor contrary to evident observed reality as is Judeo-Christian-Islam dogma).
"unfair that both of them have had to deal with cancer"
To paraphrase (changing one word, butt nott the meaning) WILL MUNNY in Unforgiven: "[Fair's] got nothin' to do with it."
and "We all got it comin', kidd."
Fairness implies that there is some authority or authoritative basis to decide what is fair in who gets cancer or doesn't. There is no evidence for any such authority. I suspect this is a very difficult konzept for social justice warriors to grok. Fairness is nott a word (or konzept) that applies to cancer, genetic diseases, and the like. It is nott fair that lifelong smokers have much higher incidences of small cell lung cancer. Cancer is never fair to anyone in any situation. It just plain sucks. "Fair" is a weasel-word that has no real, objective meanng. Substitute a more concrete term like "tummy feel". As in "that gives me a bad tummy feel". Or "yucky" - getting cancer is yucky.
Everbuddy has their own personal burdens to bear. Some appear greater than others. They make us who we are, strong or weak. All unique journeys ending in nowhere. We all wind up in the garbage disposal at the end of our moving walkway. We all got it comin', kidd.