Wow. You know how the other day I was saying someone could just take something a liberal blogger wrote and claim it was instead a brilliant parody of a liberal, well I just found a recommended diary at Kos I wish I wrote. Here’s part of it:
The most important people in Democratic politics don’t even know it.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…anger at the injustice of a school system that’s written him off in the fifth grade…anger at a society that tells him every day that he is less than a full citizen because of the color of his skin just like his dad and his uncles.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one with two young children who has pre-diabetes and doesn’t know it yet. She lives in a society that won’t give her preventative care or nutritional education, but which underwrites big corporations that sell her super-sized food that is silently eating away at her body.
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It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know about global warming.
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the most important person in Democratic politics is you.
Read the whole thing. I was thinking of fisking it, but I don’t think I could add to the hilarity. It’s like a mixture between a brain dead college activist and a third grader. And this is a recommended diary. As you read it, just imagine the Kos Kids staring at it with their wide monkey eyes and nodding along in agreement at its vast wisdom. Some claimed to have cried reading it. I just want to find one of these people, pat him on the head and say, “Lighten up, Francis.”
UPDATE
On second thought, let’s have some fun with it. Write your own ending to “It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know about global warming. ” Such as…
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know about how the Attorney General had fired federal prosecutors. ”
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. It was then I realized I wasn’t wearing pants.”
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. I think she’s a Karl Rove spy.”
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. Damn her eyes!”
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. Could she actually see my inflated sense of self-importance?”
Best one wins high praise! You can do the other ones as well:
“It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…anger at the first graders who had just peed in the pool.”
“It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…how does he know I’m plotting against him?”
I wonder who the guy is who wrote this. He has a blog, but from as scan of it I haven’t found evidence that he is an elementary school kid like I first assumed.
UPDATE:
Maybe this is kid oakland:
We’re screwed. The Democrats have fielded Time’s person of the year.
Yea!!! I’m important!
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare.. the one contemplating getting a restraining order against me.”
Fixed.
FrankJ is the most important person in democratic politics. Because he plans to destroy it.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. It was then I realized that I was not the Invisible Man after all.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She has no idea how ugly she is compared to John Edwards.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. I pray for the day when crossdressers will finally be accepted in society, outside of San Francisco. Man, this thong is killing me.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. What are you looking at, b****, haven’t you ever seen a foil hat before?
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one with dinner plate sized areolas.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one who tells people she is pregnant, but she is just fat.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one you can hear breathing from down the street.
//It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one with two young children who has pre-diabetes and doesn’t know it yet.//
She lives in a country where all people are free to do as they like. They are free to make choices about what and how much they’ll eat. She lives in a country where there is enough food for her to over-indulge. She lives in a country where the government has to pay farmers not to grow food. Most important of all she eats so that vegans and others of their ilk will have someone to feel superior over, for without her they would all be shown as the garlic smelling pansies they really are.
(All that will change once the NANNY’S are in charge. Just image what we’ll be forced to eat, tofu, bean sprouts and grass YUCK!)
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one my friends would publicly shame me for if they found out.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one with 8 kids all under the age of 10.
Damn. I was gonna suggest the no pants one. Oh well, here’s some others I just thought of.
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. I thought about asking her out but then I realized I was on an acid trip and she wasn’t really there.”
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know what the square root of 889,249 is.”
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. I think she was trying to control my mind.”
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one with two young children that obviously didn’t get the brochure from Planned Parenthood because of a neocon conspiracy.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…mad because all he could do was play in the fire hydrant, while I got to write about swimming in ambiguous clauses.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one who knows good and damned well that being fat isn’t good for you, but still takes in more calories than she needs. If only the gummint could do something to keep people from bearing the consequences of their poor decisions. In a better world, they wouldn’t have to choose between eating just enough and eating too much or too little.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. I zipped my fly, and she looked away, smiling as if to reassure me that size doesn’t matter.
It’s that hopeful nurse in a rural abortion clinic who spends her day throwing away the bodies of dead babies in a society that stopped caring about its children and responsibility with the rise of the political party that’s “pro-choice.”
It’s the odd-looking woman I see in my neighborhood. The one who dresses like a man and wants a sex change but hasn’t gotten it yet. She lives in a society that won’t give her universal healthcare or free surgery, but which underwrites bigoted psycologists that tell her there’s something wrong with her for wanting to change her body.
It’s the bureaucrat who has seen her department turn from a commitment to servicing politicians to a commitment to serving the public.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. Amazed that I was a fully grown man and not a retarded third grader like my writings would suggest.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one with two young children who has pre-diabetes and doesn’t know it yet. Jeeze, what a cow.
She lives in a society that won’t give her preventative care or nutritional education, aside from WIC, welfare, free healthcare, and the fact that the more kids she squeezes out, the fatter her welfare check will be, too.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood who doesn’t understand that personal responsibility is just an outdated cruel concept perpetuated by the evil, capitalist bourgeoisie.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…stupid poor kid can’t afford a pool. Which reminds me; Get off my lawn kid!
It’s all of these people, who will help make the dream of liberalism a reality. Their victimhood reflected at the polls will bring us to a day where they can bask in the sun eating government cheese while we suck dry those evil hard working conservatives who laughably believe that effort and abilty should determine success or failure.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…anger at the injustice of a school system that’s written him off in the fifth grade…It isn’t fair to judge an seventeen year old like that.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare….. I know she wants to know where I scored my Extasy…OOOH pretty lights, group hug everyone.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. Maybe I should shower more than once a month.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…anger at the injustice of a school system that’s written him off in the fifth grade…Damn the NEA.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one that ate my two young children.
It’s the kid with the auger in his eye I saw on my way to the swimming pool…man the blood was everywhere.
The most important people in Democratic politics don’t even know it. You know, the ones who died but still vote for us? Thank goodness for ID theft!
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…stupid kid. I told you put your dog on a leash or he’d get run over! Besides, the sign clearly states No Pets Allowed in Pool.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. Didn’t she used to be on “The View”?
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. OH S**T! It’s Amanda Marcotte! I bet I can hit her with a Bible from here…
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare as if wondering why I was snickering at the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood all the time that was now stuck in the doorway of the subway car attempting to drag with her the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool the other day that had crapped his pants. Either that or she was just looking cross eyed at the huge bulge in my pants formed by my massive American ding dong.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare as if wondering why I was snickering at the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood all the time that was now stuck in the doorway of the subway car attempting to drag with her the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool the other day that had crapped his pants. Either that or she was just looking cross eyed at the huge bulge in my pants formed by my massive American ding dong.
Oops… Forgot to log-in. Duh, sorry for the double post.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood who can’t fit into the voting booth; another victim of the vast right wing conspiracy to deny women their right to vote.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…anger at what? I don’t know, but dammit, I’m sure it was something Bush did.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. Sure I have a gas problem, but only for the lack of free health care…oh, and Karl Rove is poisoning my food.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…anger at being asked “Whatcha doin’?” by a 58 year old man in speedo.
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know about global warming.”
I know that subway stare. You see it when a person is walking down the aisle shouting to themselves
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know about global warming.”
I know that subway stare. You see it when a person is walking down the aisle shouting to themselves
It’s called the “Stay away from me or I scream” stare
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know about ManBearPig.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know that the media is controlled by neocon zionist alien overlords. In my infinite compassion, I called her a goosestepping browncoat fascist. When she denied it, I told her she was infringing on my 1st Amendment rights by trying to censor me which proves she’s part of Bushco’s shadow government. After I launched into a profanity laced tirade, I was kicked off the subway which shows that Bushitler is already dictator for life and no one even knows it yet. I know I’m putting myself in danger just by writing this, but one day I’ll move to a country like Venezuela where everyone is free to speak their mind.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know that Soylent Green is made from people. PEOPLE!!! PEOPLE!!!!!
The most important people in Democratic politics don’t even know it.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…Is his the voice I keep hearing in my head, driving me on to kill?
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood McDonald’s with 8 kids, eating 2 supersized Quarter Pounder meals herself while her kids run around her saying, “Mom, I’m hungry, can you buy me something to eat?”
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know that fire can’t melt steel.
The most important person in the world is me.
This tin-foil is really starting to scratch my ears.
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know that she’s been zombified by ADHD drugs.”
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare, doesn’t she know she should be wearing a burqah?
Liberals beyond parody? Bush invades countries to remove dictators and create theocracies but he won’t bomb the country where Al Qaeda lives. Meanwhile, liberal Obomba sounds more than happy to take care of the Al Qaeda in Pakistan problem. Sounds like the true liberal here is dictator removing and amnesty promising George Bush and Dick Cheney. Frank J. is also a liberal for supporting Bush’s inaction in Pakistan. In fact all of you are liberals since you seem to be enjoying all the big government moves the Bush administration has made. If you support this administration you are true liberal. You certainly can’t call yourself a conservative.
I am a ginormous tool.
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know that Chebyshev polynomials can also be defined as solutions to the Pell equation.”
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare, an importuning glare, full of youthful flare, wishing that I would wear more than just my underwear.”
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know that I know that she knows that Bush knows that we know that fire doesn’t melt steel.”
“It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…anger at my lack of natural buoyancy and pasty white skin. #&$% YOU SHRUB!”
“It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…anger at a society that tells him every day that he is less than a full citizen because he can’t catch all the Pokémon.”
“It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…anger at America for refusing to submit to Islam and bow before Allah… anger that the FBI will investigate his next purchase of ammonium nitrate fertilizer.”
“It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one with twelve kids, pre-diabetes, ebola, AIDS, and no legs, who doesn’t know it yet. She lives in a society where no one will tell her she has no legs.”
“It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. She lives in a society that won’t subsidize her traumatic condition with free chocolate bars and fried chicken, but will squander trillions of dollars to fight jihadists in Iraq.”
“It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. She says she’s kicking me out of the basement when I turn 30.”
My votes (in keeping with the liberal theme, I can vote as many times as I like unless you’re a goosestepping browncoat trampling my 1st Amendment rights) go to Rick for
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know that fire can’t melt steel.
The most important person in the world is me.
This tin-foil is really starting to scratch my ears.”
And sackofcatfood for
“It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…anger at a society that tells him every day that he is less than a full citizen because he can’t catch all the Pokémon.”
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know that the cross-eyed/ lazy eye combination is just really creepy.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…anger at the fact that someone called him Francis. I mean, he already said “Any of you guys call me Francis, I’ll kill you.”
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. I was gonna flip her off but was afraid she would beat me with that red tipped white stick she was carrying.
Some liberal keeps changing my name. Probably Frank J. or fungimunki. Hard to say who because there are so many liberals here who support this administration that removes dictators, makes big government and hearts amnesty. Those r all liberal cosas.
Sarcasm Man you should be ashamed. All Frank was doing was trying to make you feel at home by calling you by the same nickname your queer daddy calls you.
This is long, so forgive me for hijacking the space.
Here’s more from “kid oakland’s” diary at DK:
//It’s the small town single mom sitting at the kitchen table late at night smoking a cigarette…taxed to the last dollar like all the working poor…trying to figure out how to pay the electric bill and still have rent money on a cleaning woman’s wages.//
She should vote Republican. We aren’t fond of unfair taxes, either! Maybe if she quit smoking & got to bed earlier, she have that extra money and be in better health.
//It’s the hard-working, middle-class 60-year-old facing an outsourced job and a failed pension who’s shown up on time, paid his dues, but is now looking down the barrel of a retirement plan that’s gone up in rust-belt smoke.//
Hey, that’s unions for ya.
//It’s that hopeful nurse in a rural hospital who spends her day cradling low birth-weight babies in a society that stopped caring about some of its children with the rise of the political party that’s “abstinence-only.”//
But hey, why the low birth rate? Abstinence only, my ass… you fought for abortion for a reason, yeah? Maybe the low birth rate has more to do with mommy doing drugs during her pregnancy.
//It’s a 34-year old father from the exurbs looking at his third tour of duty in Iraq…and his seven-year-old daughter watching him go.//
Go Daddy! Someone has to do it, since you won’t. Besides, that little girl has a Daddy she can be forever proud of. Could your kids (the ones you didn’t kill, anyway) say the same?
//It’s that bright scientist who left his job at the university and whose therapeutic breakthrough will now be the property of a major pharmaceutical. It’s the 47-year-old uninsured dad with credit card debt who won’t be able to afford that therapy…and the mid-level insurance executive who will break the news to him. It’s a mom with breast cancer thinking about her children.//
The scientist gets paid. The uninsured dad can get treatment regardless. If not, then he ought to wonder why a non-American does. “Mid-level executive”? Is that like “fresh frozen”? The mom with breast cancer has… what to do with the rest?
//It’s the immigrant worker in the lettuce fields whose daughter is a United States citizen. He breaks his back in the hot sun so she can have a better future even though some folks in this country would split up his family.//
I wouldn’t; take your kids with you when you go. Immigrant? Please. As if he didn’t realize he was here illegally. Shame on him for using children as an excuse to stay.
//It’s the career government servant who has seen her department turn from a commitment to public service to a commitment to serving politicians.//
Yeah- a commitment to the public, some of whom are Americans. And who’s in the majority on the hill?
//It’s the police officer in a big city who can’t afford a house in that city.//
It’s the police officer who’s risking his life against Democratically sponsored drug runners/dealers/users, lax laws, and revolving prison doors.
//It’s the teacher in a suburb who lives with a roommate and drives forty miles to work.//
Forty miles driving time = roughly thirty minutes, give or take.
//It’s the farmer on the edge of a growing town who knows that he’s going to have to sell his land to a developer.//
I’d sell my land right now if I could get a comparable price & subsidies, too!
//It’s the federal prosecutor who got fired to make way for a political appointee.//
Think about the previous administrations’ hiring & firing practices, then we’ll talk.
//It’s a gay man who can’t talk about his partner at his place of employment.//
Yes he can & often won’t shut up about it. I don’t discuss my sex life, so why does he think I want to hear about his nasty business?
//It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know about global warming.//
It’s a safe bet she ain’t curious how good a kisser you are, hippie. She doesn’t know how hot things will get if terrorists get nukes, either.
//It’s the homeless mentally ill man whom I know is somebody’s brother.//
The homeless mentally ill Americans who get passed over health care-wise for illegal immigrants? Or the mentally ill immigrant like Cho (whose visa had expired long before) who get warm eulogies written about them at DK?
//It’s the nanny waiting for the bus at 5AM. It’s union janitors and garbage collectors and meat packers.//
The nannies, janitors, garbage collectors, and meat packers: they have those jobs- for now. But guess who they’re losing their jobs to? And you complain about outsourcing…
//It’s the American citizens we left behind after Hurricane Katrina.//
And the ones we rescued when they knew they lived in a high risk area for severe flooding, the ones who were warned more than a week in advance.
//It’s the salesman in the elevator who straightens his tie on the way to make the sale…and jokes about the emptiness of it over a martini.//
Lame analogy. Perhaps he should’ve been a ballet dancer…? Maybe you didn’t hear him right; he could’ve been complaining about the martini glass being empty.
//It’s the white collar employee who realizes his kids won’t be able to afford the college he attended.//
Unless they’re a minority. Or smart enough to get a scholarship, but public schools are run liberally, so don’t bet on that. In other words, it’s up to YOU to make sure your kids are educated, not someone else.
//It’s the retiree whose best friend sneaks off to work a part-time job.//
Huh?
//It’s the grandmother in a nursing home slipping off into another reality.//
That explains part of your Democratic voter base…
//It’s the mother cradling her daughter to sleep in Kirkuk. It’s the father watching his children fall asleep after a long day’s work in Bangladesh. It’s the lone sibling in a family with HIV in Uganda. It’s the dad picking through industrial refuse in a dump in China.//
…and that explains the rest of your voter base! LOL!!!
//None of these people care about Democratic politics. None of these people care about YearlyKos or Bill O’Reilly.//
The hell they don’t. They’re care about how your utter lack of responsibility to anyone else affects their current circumstances, and how it will get worse when all you want to do placate instead of repair.
//But if you can fully understand what they are going through, the policy implications, the political task-at-hand, what steps we need to take in our system of government, the laws we need to pass…if you can put yourself in their shoes…then you can also understand what I mean when I say tonight://
“Look at me! Look at me! I’m so poignant!”
//the most important person in Democratic politics is you.//
And what we can do to stop it.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. “What, haven’t you seen a Grand Kleagle before?”
Alan, hyperlinks are our friends, also; the double dotty thing key that looks like ” is just above the slanted stick key that looks like /. But if your keyboard was made in Mexico, then please except my apology.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She doesn’t even know who her father is. Good thing those lab techs were incompotent.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool. Angry because he doesn’t know who his father is. F*****g Jagermeister.
It’s the overwieght mom I see in my nieghborhood. She doesn’t know who the father of her two young children are. Man, I gotta move.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. Dumb bitch, she doesn’t even know that Chuck Norris is right behind her, winding up for a swift roundhouse kick to the face.
Liar! Chuck Norris doesn’t wind up.
“It’s the father watching his children fall asleep after a long day’s work in Bangladesh.”
…thinking how much more money they could get if he forced them to work 16 hours a day instead of a wimpy 12.
Thank you, Ron. My wish for everyone here is that they can post their comments in any style they choose; either you get their point or you don’t. But thanks for trying to make me a better person… however, I doubt your criticism is worse than that of the DKer who wrote the piece. I left my response on his blog, too!
BTW, all in good fun; I’m not trying to yank yer chain.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool… why wouldn’t that stupid guy give him his wallet and let him rape his girlfriend? Neocons these days!
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. I don’t understand why the word ‘MILF’ keeps floating in my head whenever I see her..
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. I wonder if it’s true girls can give you cooties with just one look? Next time I’m in my parents’ basement I should ask the guys at Kos. Maybe one of them has a sister or something.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool… why would they want to charge him with slashing the tires to some neocon fascists? Since when is that a crime?
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. She reminds me of Michael Moore. I love Michael Moore.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. Sorry, lady, you’re barking up the wrong tree there.
It’s the grandmother in a nursing home slipping off into another reality. A reality of imagination, where liberal dreams are reality. She has entered… HOLLYWOOD!
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. Gosh I hope she was 18.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare who’s way gay…so I slapped her hard…real hard cause I sensed she liked that way, I know I do and I was right – she snuggled up close…real close so I slapped her again…harder and she looked up at me again with that curious gay stare so I slapped her again which really turned me on this time…
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. Little does she know that moments from now, she will succumb to my macho sexy latino charms.
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It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…”I’m not your papa, Pablo, your skanky mother has slept with everybody in town!”
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It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. I hit that hard when she was 20 years and 50 pounds lighter!
Is it a good thing or a bad thing I get the “Lighten up, Francis” reference?
It’s that hobo I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. He doesn’t even know how I’m going to kill him tonight.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. She owns a fuel efficient car but it’s in impound because of the 13 kilos of weed she had drying in the trunk when she got pulled over for driving nude.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool.. of course I WAS driving on the sidewalk.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. She’s rich enough to be fat but that just because we haven’t completely regulated every single minutia of life, yet.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool “…throwin’ a brotha out for a little whirlpoolin’ – hell, bitches love when you rip dey top off, dey all wanna show dey titties!”
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. I guess she figured all the white folks got off by 96th Street…
It’s that overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. I bet if I tell her how great Barack Obama is I’d have a shot…
Let me get my moonbat on:
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…anger at the injustice of a school system that demands work and study in return for good grades…anger at a society that forces him to make his own choices and run his own life. It’s all so unfair.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one with two young children, a husband and a job. She lives in a society that won’t make health choices for her, but which makes her choose for herself. Oh, the horror!
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. Society should do more to break her spirit, so she doesn’t suffer from that terrible, awful curiousity.
“It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare.
I saw through the disguise and knew “she” was really a reptilian alien from Cassiopeia A.”
“…please except my apology.”
Posted by: Ron Rockstar
Since we are offering free advice… I believe it would be “accept” in this particular situation… Just sayin’…
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one with two young children running off with what looks like my stereo.
Thanks Swine. I never proof read. If it wasn’t such a stupid mistake it would be funny. Please feel free to continue proof reading for me as I will probably still not do it myself.
I have to do the whole thing…
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool…anger that nobody will just shut up and let him play video games.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one with two young children who has pre-diabetes and doesn’t know it yet. She should probably go hit the playground with both of them.
It’s the small town single mom sitting at the kitchen table late at night smoking a cigarette…taxed to the last dollar like all the working poor… we should remove all taxes on tobacco products.
It’s the hard-working, middle-class 60-year-old facing an outsourced job and a failed pension who should have been allowed to save his own money his own way without anyone else bothering it.
//It’s that hopeful nurse in a rural hospital who spends her day cradling low birth-weight babies in a society that stopped caring about some of its children with the rise of the political party that’s “abstinence-only.”//
I’m sorry I can’t fix this one. What does “abstinence only” have to do with birth-weight? I thought R’s cared most about pre-natal care whereas liberals just wanted all that prep killed off.
It’s a 34-year old father from the exurbs looking at his third tour of duty in Iraq… proud of his service to this awesome country and glad he volunteered.
It’s that bright scientist who left his job at the university and whose therapeutic breakthrough will now be the property of a major pharmaceutical. Thank god he got out of the ivory tower and took his breakthrough out into the open markets where everyone will be able to profit from it.
//It’s the immigrant worker in the lettuce fields whose daughter is a United States citizen. He breaks his back in the hot sun so she can have a better future even though some folks in this country would split up his family.//
I’m sorry, but shouldn’t that guy be working to make his OWN country better to give his children a brighter future?
It’s the career government servant who now has to go get a real job in the private sector.
It’s the police officer in a big city who can’t afford a house in that city and thanks the lord every day he can enjoy the space, peace, and community of the suburbs.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare…why am i fixating on this at all?
It’s the homeless mentally ill man whom I know is somebody’s brother… unless he is an only child. There are a lot of those you know.
It’s the white collar employee who realizes his kids won’t be able to afford the college he attended but it doesn’t matter since he can get them into internships which are increasingly more valuable than college anyway.
//It’s the mother cradling her daughter to sleep in Kirkuk. It’s the father watching his children fall asleep after a long day’s work in Bangladesh. It’s the lone sibling in a family with HIV in Uganda. It’s the dad picking through industrial refuse in a dump in China.//
Huh? You’re thinking of the U.N man, go there if you want.
The most important person in Democratic politic is you. Because everyone else in the Democrat party is even DUMBER, even MORE out-of-touch, and even a BIGGER LOSER than you know you are.
So don’t YOU desert us now! You’re the brains of our whole operation!
(G*d, we’re so screwed…)
I don’t think that’s k.o. in the video. He wouldn’t have said “I like turtles.”, he would’ve said “It’s the turtle sitting in a polluted pond. It’s the tortoise who wonders why everything moves so fast. They both know it’s all Bush’s fault.”
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare.
You’re beautiful! You’re beautiful! You’re beautiful, it’s true.
Sorry. That’s exactly what came to mind, as James Blunt’s song actually talks about the lovely girl on the subway.
It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool … anger at the injustice of a school system that’s written him off in the fifth grade, because his union-protected teacher is completely incompetent. Everyone involved with the school knows he can’t teach, but he has tenure so he can’t be fired.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood, the one with two young children who has pre-diabetes and doesn’t know it yet. She has a vague idea that there is some relation between the amount calories she intakes and the amount of calories she expends, but she still blames big corporations for making her fat. She lives in a society that requires warning labels on everything, but she never reads them.
It’s the small town single mom sitting at the kitchen table late at night smoking a cigarette … taxed to the last dollar thanks to the War on Tobacco. She can’t smoke at work, she can’t smoke at the park, and soon she won’t even be able to smoke in her own home.
It’s the small town single mom sitting at the kitchen table late at night. Her politically-correct teachers were too busy indoctrinating her in the tenets of feminism, environmentalism and other aspects of identity politics to bother teaching boring subjects like reading, writing and arithmetic. She’s still pissed that she was turned down for the CEO position at Wal-Mart. That job was rightfully hers! Now, the only job she capable of holding is cleaning woman. Too bad the illegal aliens living next door have driven down her wages.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. But it wasn’t until I got the office that I noticed the enormous booger on my upper lip.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. But it wasn’t until I got to the office that I noticed the enormous booger on my upper lip.
Oops. Sorry about the double post.
Oops. Sorry about the double post.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood. The one with two young children who has pre-diabetes and doesn’t yet know that the U.S. Army created AIDS and diabetes in the early 1980’s to perpetrate genocide against poor people.
It’s the homeless mentally-ill man who is homeless and mentally ill because the liberals shut down all of the mental institutions and allowed the mentally ill the option of turning down treatment, even if it leads to dangerous consequences for the mentally ill and everyone around them. The liberals then decided to spend all mental health treatment money on “community based” programs that don’t work and don’t reach the people who really need them. This way, they can give jobs to liberal mental health “professionals” who can’t stand working in mental institutions.
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. It’s the kid with the anger in his eyes I saw on my way to the swimming pool.
It’s the overweight mom I see in my neighborhood.
They are all wondering why I’m against allowing them and 20 million of their closest family members to stay in the USA while I work a little harder to support them.
I don’t know which is funnier, the fact that an actual liberal wrote this, or the fact that so many liberals agree with it. How many monkeys on typewriters did it take to produce this drivel?
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. Does she know liberals are against Jessica’s Law but support rights for child rapists?
It’s a gay man who won’t shut up about his partner and what they did the night before at his place of employment because anyone who complains is a homophobe and subject to a law suit.
It only takes one, Paul. It only takes one.
It’s that right wing penchant for literalistic interpretation: “I haven’t found evidence that he is an elementary school kid like I first assumed.”
Mr. Frank J. — you are forgeting that the members of Kid Oakland’s generation have never been allowed to grow up, because they were shaped and haunted by a vicious right wing legacy!
http://kidoaklandblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/spirit-of-06.html
“My generation, GenX, has been shaped and haunted by the legacy of Ronald Reagan and George Bush and the conservative depths that United States politics and policy descended to in the 1980s, depths we’ve only just begun to emerge from with the 2006 elections.”
By implying that the haunted GenXers are not kids, I say that people like you are trying to steal their dreams!
It’s that girl I saw on the subway who looked at me with that curious stare. Oh crap! Chris Hanson just walked over! I am so busted!!!