Beg. Bellycrawl. Disown TRAITOR DON and wax poetic about all the vile evil he has done
BELLYCRAWL. BELLYCRAWL. BELLYCRAWL.
We are hair shit the rest of your life. When you go to Confession expect the hearer to ream your a** for being such a jacka**.
Or say nothing. Let it ride. See if it dies down on its own. See how soon people forget what you said/did or didn't.
They'll forget right?
That you were on the side of those who sold their country out. Sure. They'll forget. Right?
