A couple of weeks ago my son had to have two teeth extracted because they stubbornly refused to go, no matter how often wiggled.
He had resisted for months, but after the procedure conducted in the kind and cheerful environs of an NHS dentist, he walked away and marveled That wasn’t hard at all!
This was in reference to the last time, when he was assaulted, face bashed into a brick wall, at age six. During the course of a supposedly normal day at the happy hippie alternative school in Seattle.
That day, the handsomely compensated stateside dentist held him down with brutal and callous force as the boy screamed and writhed against the injustice. Three ruined teeth were yanked out.
This afternoon he poked at one of his other teeth and it came away cleanly without professional or thuggish intervention…. hurray!
We went over to the farm store to pick up supper and they asked who we hope will win. We replied in unison Obama!