Little Brother

Remember when you were little, and your even littler brother (or sister, I don’t want to be racist against females) would do that thing where he would put his index finger within a centimeter of your face, and then twirl it around mocking you “my personal space, can’t touch me, my personal space, can’t hit me”? Well, your little brother is now a democrat congressman. Good job. Thank your dad for me. I’ll be thanking your mom later.

You see, that’s exactly what the democrats have been doing to us, and more specifically, the Tea Party, for the last two years. They have been wagging their proverbial fingers in our faces, egging us on with the slanders of “You’re so violent. Why are you so violent? You are sooooo violent.” Then, when someone actually gets fed up with their antics, smacks their hands out of their face……. well hello self-fulfilling prophecy! “*Gasp* You just smacked my finger from your face. See, I told you you were violent!”.

Oversized Healthcare Reform gavels made from ACME, the slanderous taunts of Teabaggers, the race card, Harry Reid’s face. They are all just instigations, begging us to throw off the shackles of civility and lash out at the left with the righteous fierceness of a Charlie Sheen fastball. Or eight-ball. I get movies and real life mixed up at times.

Either way, it’s important to recognize these tactics for what they are. Just an attempt to get us to slap their hands away from our faces so they can go tell Mommy. But fortunately for us, Mommy has been smartening up, and isn’t falling for that game anymore.

Now, if we can just get dad to stop drinking at our little league games.