I walked by my daughter this morning as she was drawing away at her table, and I looked down. Wow. This is what she had came up with. I thought she might start writing socialism across the big white space at the bottom of the page. But then I remembered she can hardly write her own name. We’ll work on socialism this weekend. Every kids gotta learn sometime, right?
All I could say was, “why so serious?”
And it made me think of this: Why so serious, Obama, you socialist bastard? All that bowing got you down?
And it made me think of this: Why so serious, Sarah, you white-trash hillbilly? How’s the book signing going? Keeping it light out there with the working class masses?
And that made me think if this: Why so serious, Glenn, you douche? All that tea-bagging got you down?
Ah, the fun never ends around here. I wonder what the gnome is doing right now…
(Note: I totally screwed up the draft of this one earlier, and I posted something short of the full post between lectures. I didn’t realize my mistake until some time later – after lecture. Anyway, it seems to be sorted out now. Or, at least as sorted out as we ever are around here.)by