Yup. I was 18 and just missed the draft. Voted against Nixon in '72 and, along with 100,000 other people, protested his second inaugural in D.C. four years later. I sure hope younger sister wakes up someday. I have some cousins who are die-hard conservatives/crazy, but my favorite cousin lives here in town and is as liberal as I am.
Younger Sister is a bit of a puzzle. In many ways, she's quite liberal. She'd never vote for a piece of shit like Trump, but I suppose the bots got to her. She actually believed HRC was responsible for the car accident that killed a DNC staffer. I was gobsmacked. I guess propaganda really works on some people. Fortunately, most of the family (Elder Sister, all the cousins I'm in touch with) are flaming progressives. I got to hang out with a first cousin who's the patriarch of the Berkeley branch of the family during the spring and early summer. He's a peach, and his sons and grandchildren give me some hope for the future.
I think they need to work on how they phrase their questions:"Do you believe Donald Trump Jr. when he says he had a meeting with Russians, or is he just a liar?"
... now, just hang on a goldarn minute... didn't Trumpty Dumpty campaign on the whole idea of "I'm not a politician, so it's not going to be politics as usual, I'm going to shake up the whole old school political regime"... you mean to tell me he was lying the whole time?! I'm... something... no, not shocked... fucking offended... yeah, that's it.
... it occurs to me Brolly Bunny is probably thinking... "you know where I'd like to put this umbrella?" these days... and I can't say as I blame her. And I'd open it.
A charming innovation! I'm sure the congregation appreciated it.
Yup. I was 18 and just missed the draft. Voted against Nixon in '72 and, along with 100,000 other people, protested his second inaugural in D.C. four years later. I sure hope younger sister wakes up someday. I have some cousins who are die-hard conservatives/crazy, but my favorite cousin lives here in town and is as liberal as I am.
Stomped clapped and cheered. Fun times in a Heavy Duty military town. No problems.
And the three of us are so quiet, relative to the other one, who has more votes than we do. New math?
Oh, I'm sure he's better than that! Twenty under par, at least!
How'd you do? I had one on Friday....still hopeful!
Hey, beats a Stravinsky's-Rite-of-Spring-style riot...
Younger Sister is a bit of a puzzle. In many ways, she's quite liberal. She'd never vote for a piece of shit like Trump, but I suppose the bots got to her. She actually believed HRC was responsible for the car accident that killed a DNC staffer. I was gobsmacked. I guess propaganda really works on some people. Fortunately, most of the family (Elder Sister, all the cousins I'm in touch with) are flaming progressives. I got to hang out with a first cousin who's the patriarch of the Berkeley branch of the family during the spring and early summer. He's a peach, and his sons and grandchildren give me some hope for the future.
You can pick your friends, but not your family. In your case you seem to be exceptionally lucky in your family. More power to you.
If you're too stupid to believe reality, you shouldn't be allowed to vote.
I think they need to work on how they phrase their questions:"Do you believe Donald Trump Jr. when he says he had a meeting with Russians, or is he just a liar?"
... now, just hang on a goldarn minute... didn't Trumpty Dumpty campaign on the whole idea of "I'm not a politician, so it's not going to be politics as usual, I'm going to shake up the whole old school political regime"... you mean to tell me he was lying the whole time?! I'm... something... no, not shocked... fucking offended... yeah, that's it.
... and numbers aren't words, not even when you spell them out like one, two, three, four... because Trump AI (alternative intelligence).
... the S.C.A.T Brigade... Scared Crazy American Trumpanzees. After all, their Dear Leader said it was alright to coprophilia whenever you wanted to.
... yes, but off-key only, sadly.
... it occurs to me Brolly Bunny is probably thinking... "you know where I'd like to put this umbrella?" these days... and I can't say as I blame her. And I'd open it.