[Froufrou]

I have to agree with you, dead. The mother is also dating herself if she thinks that antiestablishment crap is still new! What a stupid hick.

[dead]

“Full of substance,” according to the nitwit mother in the story:

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

She probably thinks Shakespeare is the guy who invented fishing.