More Fun With CheChe And His Excitable Daughter

Very sad. The entire household seems to be as emotionally promiscuous as Andrew Sullivan.

I hadn't been following the exit polls or the running tally of the California special election, but when the results came over the television it was like a bomb went off in my house.

My oldest daughter let out a wail of grief that I haven't heard since Alito became Chief Justice. Since we lost her mother it's been tough keeping things together around the house, but we try to manage. The trouble is, I just happened to be changing the little one when the shriek went up downstairs. Well, I turned to find out what happened and lost my handle on her little sister who took off - leaving behind a trail of urine and excrement that I don’t think I'll ever be able to get out of the carpet in the hallway. I don’t know what's worse, the stuff that's soaked into my carpet or the stuff that's leaking out of the White House.

Trying to calm down my oldest daughter while trying to bring order elsewhere just made the frustrations of the last six years all the more palpable. The buring in my gut turned to nausea and well, now the mess is even worse. I feel like I'm looking down at the state of the entire damn country right now.

Apparently CheChe's daughter came with a factory-installed Uro-Rectal Fascism Early Warning System.

Thanks to WuzzaDem.

posted by Ace at 08:48 PM

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