I’m currently watching the election coverage with a glass of red wine. The “redness” of my wine does not represent my partisonship.
My friend Katy is over and we are reflecting on our roots and the beliefs of our forefathers. Deep stuff is happening.
Katy: I’m pretty sure that I’m related to Abraham Lincoln. My great-great-great-lots of greats grandmother was a maid in the white house. She had an illegitimate child. And I’m just saying that my grandfather looks a lot like Abraham Lincoln.
Me: Michael has Marfan Syndrome just like Lincoln! He is probably a Lincoln-ite also!
Katy: Me and Michael are related!
Me: So you and I are related by marriage!
GOD BLESS AMERICA!