A Broken Clock
Years ago, I remember talking with my mother about some personality I saw on television who said “x”. I railed against him because I really, really, really (yes, really!) detested that personality. After my mother queried me about what he had said and probed my own thoughts on the subject, she pointed out to me that my position and his were the same.
“But, but, but . . .” I argued. “How can that be? He is such an asshole!”
My mother replied, “Sometimes, even assholes can be right, you know.”