I wanted to update! I just had parent teacher conference and my daughters teacher adores my daughter and apparently she loved her standing up for truth. She said she couldn’t wait to tell her husband and son as they would appreciate it and laughed.
My daughter is 9 and in 4th grade. Tomorrow she has a test and today they did a review, one question "who is the president?" Choices were Biden, Obama, other and another name. She said "well Biden cheated so, other" Then the teacher announced only one person got it wrong and as she is telling me this she smiled and kind of bounced her arms in the air and pointed down at herself like "yeah that's me". It was a review for the test and she says she doesn't want to get it wrong on the test tomorrow but she doesn't want to answer "Biden" because he cheated and isn't the real President. I love that girl. Her and her unmasked classmate (there are only a handful of kids unmasked) always red pilling classmates on the jab. I needed this story today, makes my heart happy.
That's still her husband's mother. If my mom got dementia,I don't want to think I'd abandon her. Even with mynown grandparents being trash right now,I still don't want them hurt.
That may be the case, but what would you do, teach your kids to lie when around grandma and play pretend just to humor her? To me that seems worse.
. . I was referring to the above poster saying that her husband should tell his mother to get the booster. A booster we at least have a widespread consensus isn't safe, and so coming from those of us who believe it's a kill shot would be equivalent to telling our parent to die.
I have to pretend every day of my life. I work in corporate America, and I have to go to work and pretend diversity is a strength. Pretend everyone is equal. Pretend ugly is beautiful.
That is to keep my paycheck.
BUT assfaceD pede (and I mean that with every bit of sincerity and humor), I also can’t keep my mouth shut.
For instance, we are in the cube farm and my friend is telling me about Abraham Lincoln, and his point being that back on those days, men shared beds on the road or whatever, and so Abraham Lincoln was actually the first president to sleep with another man. Without missing a beat, I said “No way, I thought Barack Obama was the first gay president.” I got a chorus of laughter (from three or four) from both adjoining rows, and a snorttle.
Also I always had a Trump thing in my cube, that was friendly vandalized sometimes.