Jeff Goldstein over at Protein Wisdom has a post on what has to be the weirdest comment I have ever seen from anyone at Daily Kos.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a look of misery and dejection on the face of my daughter as I just did a moment ago. She just couldn’t understand why the President would be going to Iraq when so many things are wrong in this country. “Doesn’t Mr. Bush care about us anymore?” she asked pitifully.
I sat down with her on the sofa and (as calmly as I could) tried to explain to her why the President seems to be abandoning his country. “Honey, I think his boss, Mr. Rove, sent Mr. Bush out of the country in order to keep himself out of the newspapers. You see, he wasn’t sure if he was going to be arrested today or not, and so he planned Mr. Bush’s trip ahead of time just in case…”
It goes downhill, believe it or not, from there. This person, quite honestly, needs professional help. So does the daughter. Being subjected to someone this far out of control simply cannot be healthy for a child. Children should be worrying about Santa and the Easter bunny, not about Mom and Dad's delusional political beliefs.
I think this calls for, like, only the greatest ever Keanu Reeves quote, ever (from Parenthood, sort of):
‘It takes a license to fish, but any a**hole can be a parent. Dude.’
Amen
Though this whole short story could have been made up…
Just to dress up the thoughts…
You know, like literature, soaps, Dallas and so on…
It is too dramatic to be true…
Oh, it’s definitely the work of a drama queen, there’s no doubt about that.
I can’t take that thing seriously.
I don’t believe there are people like that…
Allahpundit believes it is the work of a troll.
This might be the same little girl who was so miserable and dejected when GWB sat around reading fairy tales to school children while terrorists attacked the World Trade Center that she got right down on her knees and prayed for a happy Fitzmus.
Or, she might be the one who watched the Wellstone Memorial Celebration and Hog Calling Contest and was so miserable and dejected she spanked her stuffed jackass.
Or, she might be the one who held her breath till her daddy threw away his flip-flops. Or, the one who made her mommy trade her SUV for a Yugo.
Or, maybe she isn’t any of these brave little Lefty chicks at all, maybe she’s just some envious Moonbat’s imaginary friend, concocted for the occasion to bash GWB.
If so, I’m going to tell Ann Coulter about this.