"I suppose I could state my support for this blogger [from Cuba] and this new [Cuban tv] defector right now, but unfortunately the doubts would still be there. The unavoidable and inescapable skepticism would stick in my craw. Blister my being with doubt. Put "Am I doing the right thing?" on replay in my mind.
"And I suppose I could use liberal amounts of mental Listerine to wash that bad taste away and open up the old heart and say "Blogger, defector, come on in, make yourselves at home." I suppose I could do my best to ignore the taste of doubt.
"But I dont want to be disingenuous, and youre not really being a friend without there being a mutual trust. And yes, doubt tastes like shit and it makes me feel a little rotten inside, but its better to have a little rotten feeling with a true heart and the bad taste of doubt, than a shattered heart of broken trust." — Val Prieto, Babalú, November 12, 2007
"Stick in my craw?"
"Blister my being?"
I think I like "blister my being" best. Although "Mental Listerine" is certainly memorable and it is rare nowadays to see "stick in my craw" outside of Uncle Remus. "Craw," by the way, is the stomach of a lower animal.
I don't normally link to Babalú anymore; but this is a rare treat that must not be missed.