We were sitting in the front room, I lounged in my p.j.s . Dad usually doesn't talk much politics but there we were on the topic. President Bush. The war in Iraq. Protesters. Vietnam.
He lowered his head, whispered, don't tell your mom this but. I mean I hate Mayor Rocky Anderson, want to drag him from the back of a truck for a few blocks but... i was listening to him at work, and I *really* think he has a right to an opinion. I think so.
Don't tell your mom.
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