I know you, Sarah Palin. I don't have to know you personally, but your speech last night told me who you are. You see, Sarah, I also am the mother of a special-needs kid. That doesn't qualify me for squat. My kids play hockey, too, and that doesn't qualify me for squat. I also live in a small town in a cold state. And that doesn't qualify me for squat. But those experiences qualify me to guess at who you really are. I've sat next to you, and you've been my neighbor, and I've had to put up with since you live in my town. And I won't let you ruin my country.
You see, there are lots like you out there. And I won't stand for it anymore.
You've soured our school.
You are the PITA PTA president who drove us all from the PTA and left it a shallow organization because we couldn't take your "me-first" attitude. You helicopter in when your children don't get the teacher you wanted them to have. You take valuable teacher time by also second-guessing his teaching methods, the grades your children received, whether your child is challenged enough. You are the mother of the bullies in the school, demanding special attention for your children and dismissing the needs of others.
You've soured our kids's sports teams.
You demand special attention for your kids when they arrive late for the practice. You scream foul when clearly your child was at fault. You demand game time for your kids. You demand your child play a position s/he is not ready for.
You've soured our neighborhood.
You've ruined the spirit of neighborliness on my block by not letting the kids "play through" your front yard. You wake me every Saturday morning with the sound of small horsepower engines revving in your driveway, ignoring the informal rules in our little neighborhood. You own the dog next door which gets into my yard, bites my dog, to which you reply "your dog is a sissy."
You've soured our city.
You use your gender to get special attention from the men on the street, grocery store clerks, the phys ed teacher, and the town council. You barge into meetings unasked and unwanted and unprepared. You've been hired by shady developers to ruin our once-vibrant little town commercial area. It's clear that you are ruining our city to build your next political move.
You bullied your way into every crack and crevice of my life,
I've run into you time and again, loud and talking off the top of your head, and the thought of you running my country makes me very very scared. I've just donated to Obama/Biden, again, and gotten a new walk list, and
I will campaign against you fervently, passionately, until the last vote is counted
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I don't want a pit bull in charge of my children's future.