Awwwww. That's just Good Parenting 101. Any chance you'd teach her to say "Republicans hate kittens," you know, just for my amusement?
And they don't like you!Good luck, S_McG.~
Actual conversation at my polling station.Me: I know we're supposed to go back there alone, but my daughter is eighteen days old and she's napping.Clerk: Does she have any opinions?Me: Yes, but I have no idea what they are.Clerk: So long as she doesn't say anything.
Mine mouthed off delightfully.
I'd tell you more about my voting day adventures if it weren't illegal for me to do so.
We should post election-win maps and ruin everything for everyone.
When Tommy Thompson was running this state into the ground, I had Little Zombie trained to say "Tommy the Bad Man." whenever his name was mentioned or we saw one of his signs.
You fascists only confirm my opinion that parenting is fascism.My parents had me so brain-washed in 1964 that I was wandering around wearing Goldwater buttons.Stop it!!P.S.: Don't y'all have mail & early voting?
There were advance polls the weekend before this, but the polling station is in my daughter's school, which is across the street, so no need. Convenience! Although the Black Panthers were milling about stopping every other whitey they saw.
diOne can only imagine how scary Vancouverite Black Panthers are.
That was awesome.
I taught my daughter that it does not matter who you vote for, as long as you vote against the Republican.
Ouch! I know Quebéc French is not exactly like Parisian French (someone in Paris once asked me if I were Canadian or Belgian, which I took as a compliment since he didn't peg me as a Yank right off) so I'm not expecting too much from a non-native speaker, but what the hell? Even if he weren't saying "boner" all the time, you'd think any self-respecting Francophone would be irked beyond belief by that. Not unlike Shrub & his attempts at Spanish, I suppose.
Just pretend the accent is where it belongs.(Losing all critical faculties lately.)
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