... and I'll have a rabbit of my own...
... or just shoot me.
AT 73, you can go to the great beyond knowing that while you won’t see the days of glory, and your kids wont, and their kids probably wont, that their kids MIGHT. And on that day...well...
On that day we might get a janitor hired by HuffPo if they pass an approved class and undergo sex reassignment surgery on their children. And really, won’t it be worthwhile?
To think reactionary purists could jeopardize that just sickens me.