I Love Republicans

A quick shoutout to my two cousins Pete and Tim, who flew to LA for the memorial but left early one morning before I was up to say goodbye. They're Republicans, which is a hard thing to be in my pot smoking, ex-commie, viva la revolucion, Bush can suck it, let's-just-go-ahead-and-hang-that-graffiti-banner family. You'd think we all would have gotten into some pretty heated debates considering how much beer was stacked in our fridge, but it's a testament to Pete and Tim's charm and overall-good naturedness that we all got through the weekend as if there wasn't a war on.

Besides, Pete swears more than I do and Tim and his wife joke about how they'll only have to pay for one college tuition, since their seven-year-old is going to grow up to be a stripper. As far as I'm concerned, any father who can laugh so freely at his daughter's advanced sexual maturity has got his head screwed on straight, weapons of mass destruction or no weapons of mass destruction.