Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for September 10, 2023

in US.

From NotAlwaysRight:

I work in politics, taking calls from the constituents of our MP (Member of Parliament). Our MP has recently won an election. I take a call from an angry woman.

Caller: “I’m never going to vote for you again!”

Me: “I’m sorry to hear that, madam. Can I ask why you have changed your mind?”

Caller: “Because [MP] voted yes to bringing in a whole lot of refugees! I saw them on the news! They’re all men!”

Me: “Well, I don’t know what news channel you watch, but—”

Caller: “You don’t understand! It’s too many new men! My son still lives with me! He’s thirty years old and he already can’t get a date!”

Me: “I… am sorry to hear that.”

Caller: “You tell [MP] that as long as my son is single, she won’t get my vote!” Click

Yes, I’ll be sure she includes that as an urgent item on her next manifesto.

Just hangin’ out under the street light.

Builds weird character.

Weird (and Character) is (are) in the eye of the beholder (or whoever wants to be the decider of weirdness and/or charactericity).

I’m the weird one in my family.

Having a special child builds character!

Or having a “Calvin’s Father”… ☺

Now we know where Circus Clowns come from.

If my mother was that stupid, I’d would have left home by age 12.

Just remember there, little miss “I’m nothing like her.” That there is the tree your apple landed not far from.

Are you Calvin’s dad’s sister?

weird is better than none. my mom died when I was 14, she was only 41.

My child would attest to and support today’s comic. I did weird things like discuss with her who to go to if we ever got separated in a crowd. We laughed at fart jokes together. Since I had to stay home New Year’s Eve with her while she was young, we would go to the store and each buy all the junk food we wanted, and then watch movies at home while eating it, and we would also skip dinner. I didn’t allow any child (she had a lot of friends) to chew gum out loud in my car. The rule was, if I hear it, you lose it. If I heard it, I would stick my hand back, and the offender would quietly drop their used gum into my hand, and then we would all laugh. Weird, yes, but we had a lot of fun.

The kind of character that hangs out on street corners.

I don’t know if that’s true, Aunty. My mom wasn’t weird but everyone says I’m a character!

We’re weird in different directions.