The Tweedle Twirp has come up with an excellent compromise. Since my child will be a violet and Adam’s child will yearn “to feel that early morning crunch of snow and see the fog rising off of the Connecticut river, the Tweedle Twirp suggested her own violet alma mater complete with crunching snow and a stone’s throw to the Connecticut river (and no Republicans. They actually give you a blood test before they’ll accept you to insure that there’s no trace of GOP in there). Everyone can be happy. Although, even if we’re not all happy, does it really matter? As if Adam could have his own child. Hah!
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