My high school English teacher had a framed photograph of George W. Bush in the classroom and constantly referred to him as the best president the United States ever had. And to top if off, I vaguely recall her talking about how she had a crush on him and considered him attractive. This was in 2015.

It's surreal to remember because at the time for whatever I reason I didn't think much of it. It wasn't until a year after I graduated that the recollection of it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks in a case of fridge horror. How does a human being become so brain poisoned?

One of my profs said he worked for an NGO to spread democracy in Paraguay. He was also incredibly well travelled and knows 4-5 languages. To this day I think he’s a fed.