Hello from Denver!

I’m on vacation with my good friend George. Join us at the kitchen table to talk about new euphemisms for border jumpers, whether gays should have stuck with civil unions, old-school parenting, and that kitchen wall telephone.

<p>Hello from Denver!<br><br>I’m on vacation with my good friend George. Join us at the kitchen table to talk about new euphemisms for border jumpers, whether gays should have stuck with civil unions, old-school parenting, and that kitchen wall telephone.</p>

Four years ago, I woke from a spell that I had been under since childhood.  After decades of torment, I recognized my mother for what she truly was: a personality-disordered abuser.  She wasn't the victim she had always claimed to be.  Then I saw the same behavior and abuse tactics being adopted and applauded by the social justice left.

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