I will not be moving out of Georgia.
I will not be moving out of the U.S.
The bigots, idiots and religious nuts can pry this country out of my cold, dead hands.
See you all in 4 years.
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I will not be moving out of Georgia.
I will not be moving out of the U.S.
The bigots, idiots and religious nuts can pry this country out of my cold, dead hands.
See you all in 4 years.
In cases like this, I often think of moving out of the country. But really if I support democracy, I have to support the right for people to vote for the wrong man/party/ideals, so I’m stayin’ too.
Another four years, and really it’ll only be three until it starts getting fired up.
Well, exactly. How will the country learn if we don’t let it make mistakes?
Do you think it’s easier for you to say that ’cause you’re a parent? Is the US like an willful child? Hmmmm.
Today I was called into the daycare director’s office for a lil’ conference. Seems that young is having some pushing/temper problems.
This is what I learned:
If your country pushes another country, don’t try to reason with it.
Just say, “When you’re ready to talk, I’ll be waiting for you.”
Then walk away. Let it have its’ tantrum, and eventually, it will come back to you, ready to talk, and seeking your approval.
Yesterday, we tried to reason. Now, I’m walking away. When this country is ready to play nice, it can come and find me.
You do a lovely job of taking a metaphor (okay a simile), and making it better. I’ll take that as inspiration if I may.
You may.
I’m just trying to make today a little brighter….
*smack* Don’t ask so many questions. Daddy’s busy.
Sorry, it won’t happen again .
4 years? I say, see you in 2 years.
Oh yeah…
Hey, that’s not too long!
You and me either one, brotherman.
Time to start acting locally even more.
Because you have to try. What would you be if you didn’t even try?
Yeah. Let’s make it a… cheeeeeeseburger.
See? A little Lyle makes everything a little better. Or at least a little less grating.
True as true can be.
I’m going to spend the rest of the day humming Lyle tunes.
I go for penguins…
If I had a boat, I’d go out on the ocean.
And if I had a pony, I’d ride him on my boat.
Lyle turned 47 just yesterday.
Happy Birthday, Lyle.
If the preacher preaches long enough,
even he’ll get hungry, too…
Give me back my heart, you little redneck woman…”