MoveOn.Org Uses Kids To Promote Lefty Talking Points(VIDEO)

MoveOn.Org's latest web ad shows children mimicking the left wing 527's talking points about the Bush White House.

I am an old fart with a young wife and a young kid, 5 years old and starting Kindergarten in one week. My daughter loves to here my stories. Here is but the beginning of my newest story.

On a beautiful February morning my mother and I were in the front yard planting roses. We had some beautiful roses of as many colors as we could find. My mother always seemed happy to have me help her while she tended her plants and I loved helping her. My Daddy would put on some music and everything seemed to be perfect.

That beautiful February morning came to a crashing halt as the neighborhood association representatives pulled up in front of my home. They parked in the street which was strictly forbidden for anyone else but them. We knew they were the Association because they had a sign on the side of their car, again, only the Association was allowed to have signs on their cars. They walked up to my Mommy, one with a clipboard and another with a camera. They were not happy.

The woman with the clipboard introduced herself as Mz. Polosi from the Association. She was a mean looking woman with a face that looked like it came from the Wax Museum. She told my mother that we were not allowed to plant roses in our front yard. She told us that we were not allowed to plant anything in our front yard. She told us that it was she that would decide what was nice looking and she alone would make decisions on what was planted in our front yard. We were not allowed to plant anything in our front yard, she would have her minions do the work.

Another car pulled up in front of our house. Actually it was not a car, it was a brown truck. Brown people poured out of the truck. Mz. Pelosi walked over to them and in a language I didn’t understand told them to do something. Mz. Pelosi walked back over to my Mother while the brown people ripped every one of our beautiful roses out of the ground. They replaced them with plants that smelled like Garlic.

Mz. Pelosi handed my Mother a piece of paper and my Mother didn’t look happy. Later in the day when my father returned home my Mother told my Daddy what happened. She showed my Daddy the piece of paper. My Daddy was furious, Mz. Pelosi had given my Mother a bill for ripping out our plants and planting those ugly Garlic smelling plants that Mz. Pelosi liked.

My Daddy grabbed the car keys and stormed out the door. He made it to Mz. Polosi’s palace but was stopped by some brown people. There was a fight and my Daddy made it to the front door where he encountered more brown people. These brown people were able to beat my Daddy. He came home looking battered with black eyes and bruises all over his body. Mz. Pelosi was a person with a huge entourage protecting her.

My Daddy sensing he could not do anything more let time elapse and went about his business. My Daddy made a living out of fixing up other peoples houses and sometimes making them bigger. He made a good living doing this because you had to pass a state exam to even get into this business. The state exam wanted to know if you knew the business law as well as the construction law.

About 6 months later, my Daddy was spending more and more time at home. I asked him why he was not working. He told me that the brown people were taking his job. He told me that Mz. Pelosi was protecting them and that it was just a matter of time until he had no occupation.

We put our house up for sale. It sold very fast, people were looking to buy were the brown people were not living. We moved into a brown neighborhood. My Father didn’t know it at the time but our brown neighbors did not like us. We were Americans. Brown people hate Americans. We couldn’t figure out why they hated us until we found out that the brown people did not belong here. Mz. Pelosi invited them here against the law.

It was February again. My Mother and I were planting roses again. Again they were beautiful of every color. We planted them and no one complained. We replaced the typical Bermuda Grass with a lovely Bluegrass and our yard was looking very nice. We added on to our small home to make it more roomy. We added an entertainment center with a 8 foot screen. We were enjoying our new home.

Within a few weeks the brown crud had interred my neighborhood. Things that seemed as innocuous as a “dead end street barrier” became the canvas of the brown crud. The brown crud enveloped everything. The brown crud would leave it’s mark on windows with acid. The brown crud forced the local 7-11 to put cameras on their roof. The brown crud was everywhere and they were protected by Mz. Polosi.

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