My youngest's got a fedora and a cane...
Son: Hey, do you know the name of my cane?
Us: No. What?
Son: John McCain!
(Confession: he was, for the longest time, pro-McCain. There, I said it. He actually cried over this several times pre-election day. His mind was set on McCain because he saw a lot of the commercials by the GOP camp during the 2008 PEK Olympics, and they all said, "My name is John McCain, and I approve this ad!" My son thought it was hilarious, and also McCain looks like a nice grandpa, and who does not like Grandpa??
He begged us so many times to vote for John McCain because, "He would cry if he loses! and I am going to cry too!"
I am happy to report that we did eventually win him over, and he watched the rally at Grand Park on TV with us, excitedly...)
Us: No. What?
Son: John McCain!
(Confession: he was, for the longest time, pro-McCain. There, I said it. He actually cried over this several times pre-election day. His mind was set on McCain because he saw a lot of the commercials by the GOP camp during the 2008 PEK Olympics, and they all said, "My name is John McCain, and I approve this ad!" My son thought it was hilarious, and also McCain looks like a nice grandpa, and who does not like Grandpa??
He begged us so many times to vote for John McCain because, "He would cry if he loses! and I am going to cry too!"
I am happy to report that we did eventually win him over, and he watched the rally at Grand Park on TV with us, excitedly...)
Labels: Election, Moments, my youngest, Politics
posted by The Absence of Alternatives at
11/08/2008 08:59:00 AM
1 Comments:
SELL OUT!
Wise up people. Rise up white people!
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