Though my grandmother is one of my best friends, we can't talk about politics.
A few weeks ago our usual pleasantries were exchanged with a furious altercation when she maintained that, "Mr. Bush is a very nice man. We just have to wait for time to tell his legacy," and proceeded to scold me about my own political disposition. It obviously goes without saying that the election of Barack Obama as President of the United States would thereafter induce a crazed socialist regime in our nation. How could I consider voting for him with any other result?
Don't get me wrong, she's an incredibly educated seventy-something. And though we both enjoy painting porcelain and a good margarita on the rocks, we favor different news stations, and of course my generation never had to walk to school barefoot. Through a field in Marshall, Minnesota. Uphill. In the snow.
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It seems like every time I visit my grandfather, he reminds me that the UN is worthless and that environmentalists are only environmentalists because they want the logging industry to collapse.
Are you using a pseudonym?
That brings me to consider you among the 17th century English pamphleteers.
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