I always embrace the worst-case scenario.
I'm kind of like, "never say never."
A boycott is, inherently, a blunt instrument. It is an imperfect weapon, a carpet bomb, when all involved would prefer a surgical strike.
I think it is more like a ghost that has been following us both. Something vague that we're not seeing, something more like a feeling.
If you love something, give it away...
Sometimes I daydream about having a farm and a wife and some babies and watching the grass grow, but you have to meet the right person for that.