It was while watching the 1992 vice presidential debate that I first realized something was rotten in the state of Commietown. Vice president Dan Quayle made a comment against abortion which I thought made a lot of sense. I mentioned it to my maternal unit, and through her gin fueled haze she called me a religious wacko. Once again, my parents made no sense, but what else was new?
Then after BJ “Bill Jefferson” Clinton waddled into the Oval Office with his pants around his ankles, a friend introduced me to El Rushbo. I stayed up late at night to watch his TV show. The same friend gave me copies of Rush’s two books for Christmas that year. My long nightmare was over. I was a conservative.
In 1996, I mentioned that Bill Clinton was “an obese communist retard” at the dinner table and that I was voting for Bob Dole. My father nearly dropped his precious beer in his rage. He threatened to kick me out of the house if I dared to vote Republican. I do not take orders like a mindless Democrap sheep. I told him that I’d vote for whomever I liked, and he didn’t have the stones to stop me. The fight was broken up by my sister.
Anyway, long story short, after I got married, my parents disowned me. (Which is really a pity. I was in line to inherit some lovely Yosemite Sam mud flaps). I haven’t spoken to them in ten years. And I have never cast a vote for an America hating Democrap.
Okay, THAT was funny. You use to write for Seinfeld right? LOL!
Please speak to them soon and give us an update.
Wow, great post. Sorry about the rift with your parents, but you know you’re on the RIGHT side... :o)
Thank you for making me laugh....COMMIETOWN! BWWWWAAAAHHHHHAAA!