When I was 15, I wanted to drive the car before I was legally able. 
They said no. I wanted to smoke and drink and stay out all night. They said no. I wanted to swear, treat them with disrespect, and act like a juvenile delinquent. They said no. Thank God they cared enough about me to say “NO.”
Hopefully, it does not take a genius to recognize that the adults sometimes have to tell the juveniles that they are not acting rationally, that their plans are silly, that they are not acting in the best interests of themselves, their family, friends and acquaintances, and anyone else that they might come in contact with and potentially harm. Now, the Democrats and their lackeys out there are acting just like the juveniles that they are. They propose dumb ass ideas that are harmful, and then complain when the adults in the party of grown ups comes along and says no to their idiotic proposals. They want to raise taxes to save the planet from global warming–based on junk science. During a recession. They want to socialize the automakers. They want to spend trillions of dollars a year that we don’t have. Please, dumb asses, come up with a better slogan than “The Party of No.” Or I will bitch slap you. The Democrats are not the party of hope, they are the party of Santa Claus. Here, let’s take money from the rich, let’s take money that we don’t have, let’s mortgage our childrens’ future, and give gifts to our constituents. That’s the Democratic way.
