My Mom was telling me some rather ridiculous and unsolicited political jokes this weekend. I called to ask her about her week, and this is what I get. There are some rather important things to discuss, but this is what she wants to talk about.
She told me that she recieved the jokes on email, and scolded me for no longer having a "sense of humor." I asked her to forward them to me so I could post them here. I love exposing nonsense that is passed around the internets.
She asked me if I was going to report her to the "snitch line."
So now that my political conversations with my mother, tenuous during the best of times, have devolved into vocabulary I routinely heard from my at-risk 7th graders, I proposed that the phone call was, in fact, an intergalactic communication. Because she is obviously living on another planet.
I thought about that level of discourse while reading about JMac's strange encounter with a local business proprietor who disagreed with his politics.
I also think about how lucky I am to be able to converse reasonably about politics with SAWB, Dante and DADvocate.