Dear Mr. Prez, That was great stuff about the endangered middle class. Are you starting back up with the virtual boots on the ground, pretend-marching with the peeps again? Will that be before or after we lose our copy of the Bill of Rights to thieves? No!
Dear Mitt, How's it going? Should you be blamed for crookedly obeying your welfare elite's crooked financial laws? No!
Dear Newter, Since you were indoctrinated as a fetus into the arts of calvinistic lutheranism and fascist spine-refining and then converted to catholicism as a baby, can you tell us what your first answer will always be? No!
Gosh, would a statesman sing a potato chip song on tv if pepsico paid enough? No!
About Me
- Karen
- I started out as a baby. "I took it easy for a few years." At the age of 2 1/2 I became a lifelong pro bono facilitator. I gave up any painting aspirations in kindergarten. When twice that age, it was discovered that without glasses, my eyes aren't worth much. But, as the last person in my class to win a box of 5 fat crayons for coloring inside the lines, I gave up painting, and went into the world of reading, writing and humorous asides to supplement the pro bono work.The next project is learning how to cut and paste. It'll probably take years if I teach myself because one of us is not listening.
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