You know what? I’m sick and tired of whining brats.
And if you’re looking at me, just now and wondering what I’m talking about since the sons are 26 and 22, you haven’t been reading newspapers, or even doing an unprotected turn of Facebook, beyond the confines of the friends you trust not to be completely insane. Because it’s a crying, whining, feet kicking fest out there.
The proximate cause of their insanity is obvious: their chosen candidate didn’t win. Not that they knew much about the candidate, mind you. But they were told that she was wonderful and would bring ice cream, and give them everything they wanted. So, like all children who have been denied candy, they’re metaphorically speaking on the floor, kicking arms and feet and holding their breath.
How is this different from what we did when Obama won? Oh, it’s markedly different. The thought process…
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