You know, the pie-and-jam primitive, who if she wasn't lying was a grandmother at the age of 26 years, has got to sit down and do some serious contemplation.
The years are hastening on, and she's no spring, or even autumn, chicken.
She's thrown away so many decades of her life collecting junk, being eccentric, and shooting off her mouth about things which she knows not.
There's been a whole lot of waste in her life.
God's gonna call her home sometime.
It's probably time for her to throw away the junk, to be kinder to those around her, to learn to love Ann Romney, and to stop hanging around the primitives on Skins's island.
She's into genealogy; she probably has some family heirlooms, including an ancient Bible. She should dig it out, retire to a rocking chair, and spend the rest of her ever-lessening days reading Words that solaced and comforted her ancestors.