Che-Che-Changes....

Ace is following up on yesterday's outburst of one "CheChe" over at DailyKos about having to console his little daughter who was distraught over Fitzmas being cancelled. As I noted in an update to my own post about it, it seems that "CheChe" is a fake, as this same tale of childish political grief has surfaced at Kos more than once. (Apparently, even some of the KosKids think he's a troll.)

As Ace reports, "CheChe" apparently has responded to his critics:

I'm simply not going to apologize for loving and comforting my daughter.

She happens to be very concerned about the course of this country and if you want to make fun of that, well, good for you.

There's just not enough time to always be writing a new story each and every time something happens, and since this is what happened, it seems fair. Since we lost her mother there hasn't been a lot of free time around here.

Emphasis added.

Ain't it the truth, though? One damn thing after another these days. In the spirit of reaching across the aisle, therefore, I offer the following handy-dandy Generic Moonbat Daughter's Grief Post (C). Simply retype, choosing all answers that apply:

I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a look of misery and dejection on the face of my daughter as I just did a moment ago. She just couldn’t understand why the President

a) would allow our world to boil in its own gases;

b) would create a Fourth Reich;

c) would order Marines to shoot helpless Iraqi babies/puppies just to boost the value of his Halliburton stock;

d) other.

“Doesn’t Mr. Bush care about us anymore?� she asked pitifully.

I sat down with her on the sofa and (as calmly as I could) tried to explain to her why the President seems to be

a) abandoning;

b) f*cking;

c) Gestapo-ing;

d) other

his country. “Honey, I think his boss, Mr. Rove,

a) must have received fresh orders from his master, Emperor Palpatine;

b) really is Satan and is preparing his final plans for the Apocalypse;

c) has eaten so many genetically modified and/or chemically altered foods that he just can't help himself;

d) other.

You see,

a) he wasn’t sure if he was going to be arrested today or not, and so he planned a big story about Mr. Bush ahead of time just in case...;

b) he really wants to be known as "Karl of Arabia" and to control the entire region's - and therefore the world's - oil supply;

c) he must be trying to distract us while he positions his secret police to begin making mass arrests of everyone in this country who doesn't bow down before him;

d) other."

I tried to keep my voice steady, but it became increasingly difficult - the rage and feelings of helplessness were just too much. I think my daughter could tell something was wrong. I found myself at such a loss for words - nothing made any sense; nothing makes sense anymore. I finally had to admit, “Honey, I just don’t know - I don’t know what’s going on in this country anymore...�

When I finished her lower lip started to tremble and her eyes began to fill with tears, “Daddy� she said,

a) “why are the Republicans doing this to the country?�

b) "what planet are you really from?"

c) "I'm fourteen - maybe it's time I stopped sitting in your lap."

d) other.

Well, that was it for me: I finally fell apart. She just fell into my arms and we both began sobbing for several minutes.

For once she had to comfort me and get me back on my feet. Sometimes I just think it’s too much, but

a) seeing;

b) smelling;

c) touching;

d) other

the strength in my young daughter’s voice helped me to get through.

A guarten-TEED tear-jerker every time!