After four decades of her, what is there left about her to like?
She is like that old hag Aunt who keeps showing up just about dinner time who all she does is irritate everyone and, my God, that "smile" alone could make one in time hate, but that cackle and complete selfish snippy tone - her hatred of others and her HORRIBLE dead husband - it is enough to make you say "oh God, no, not Aunt Harriet again - I can't - no - I can't - please let me die - here she comes again - no - oh My God! She is now *****ing at the mailman! Please! I hate this woman - not Auntie, no. No." - who after decades, you say "I hate her". This is the "special hate". Not like, "I hate the IRS". Or "I hate that mass murderer Bimbo the Brute who ate children". No. It is like, "I hate Miley Cyrus". Or, "Not that song again. Please. I would rather be dead. I hate that song. I hate it! I hate it!".
It is like Aunt Harriet and the DeLorean DMC-12.
Johnny had this DeLorean. That "b" Aunt Harriet, everything out of her mouth half the time was the DeLorean. "That boy shouldn't have his finger on the starter button of that DeLorean! That DeLorean matches my purse! HEEEEE shouldn't be within five feet OF THAT DELOREAN and that starter trigger! In fact, that is so pretty and zooomie, and it is silver and matches my purse - it is not for him. For MEEEEE. HEEEE shouldn't even be firing that engine up!"
Auntie really wants to get her hands on that DeLorean.
So yes. Enough. She doesn't even know there isn't any "nuclear trigger".
But she sure wants to get her finger on it and she is making that very clear. It doesn't work that way, but she sure as hell thinks it does, and she wants it. Bad.
Aunt Harriet got behind that DeLorean after Johnny ended up in jail. In one way, Thank God. Now she is dead. She didn't even get two blocks before she went through the front yard of the neighbor, crashed through the side gate, clipped a big chunk of the guy's house off, spun it in the backyard and killed his chicken, and thank God she died in the wreck.