I have had an important moment of self-revalation today about the limits of family loyalty. If my sister ever went to Iraq and had herself photographed giving the thumbs-up to a sexual assault in progress (at the same time she’s getting herself knocked up by a fellow soldier, which makes you suspect that those two ought to just start saving for their kid’s therapy now), I am not going to be able to go on TV and claim with a straight face that she’s a good girl and was probably “just smiling at someone behind the camera.” I just don’t think I can underwrite that particular ticket to hell. Probably a good thing I don’t have a sister.
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