I wish I had written this joke!

A man is talking to his buddy at work one day, and says “You won’t believe what happened last night: my teenage daughter walks into the living room and says, ‘Dad, please cancel my allowance, forget my college tuition loan, rent my room out, throw all my clothes out the window. Also reclaim my TV and laptop. Send all my jewelry to the Salvation Army and then sell my car, take my front door key away, and throw me out of the house immediately. When you’re done with that, legally disown me and never talk to me again. BTW, be sure to write me out of your will and leave my share to any charity you choose.’”

“No kidding” replies the friend, “she actually said that?”

“Naw, I’m just paraphrasing. What she actually said was ‘Dad, I want you to meet my new boyfriend Mohammed…we’re going to work together on Hillary’s 2016 election campaign!’”

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  1. I actually know someone almost just like that. “What do you expect me to do? Kick her out of the house? snivel snivel”

    When push comes to shove, we find out that even family members can slide into the camp of the enemy if their will is weak. Well, maybe not family members exactly … but those in-laws of cousins or whatever, whom we have grown accustomed to seeing around and treating as some kind of half-assed relation.

    What do you do, look at the guy and say, “Grow a spine!” ? Yes, I guess you do.

    Reminds me of time I spent in Texas years ago. The second company I worked out of college was hiring cleaning crew who were all Hispanic. On one occasion my boss was involved in trying to get a green card for a fellow from what I think was Honduras or Nicaragua. He was a relatively short, portly, and mild mannered guy, who now that I think of it, looked much like the sluice dam operator in that old Heston pot boiler about the rampaging marabunta.

    Anyway an encounter with my boss goes something like this: He tells me what he is doing for the guy. I say “Is he here illegally?” My boss says something to me about trying to help these refugees. I observe, “But, he is a man”. Boss looks at me and says, “And?” And I say the best thing we can do is give him a gun and send him back home to kill lefties for himself.

    My boss looks at me, and says. “Look at him … do you think he can fight?”

    So what do we do then with people who cannot, or will not, fight for their own freedom?

    If you are a progressive, you shelter them until the enemy gets here. And then you surrender too.

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