My Fat Daughter says that liberal’s child hating bias shows up in “literal” data

Once again, My Fat Daughter’s inability to understand words and sentence is on full display, for everyone to see.

This is an opinion piece, not an article. If My Fat Daughter had bothered to read beyond the headline and the colorful graph, she might have realized that. Of course, the screens on My Fat Daughter’s phone and iPad are usually covered in Dorito dust, which makes it hard to read.

Second, the gist of this article is that progressives are having less children than conservatives. That does not inherently mean they have a “literal” anti-child bias. aAgain, if My Fat Daughter had bothered to read beyond the headline , she might have realized that.

But instead, My Fat Daughter ran away with her simplistic, false equivalency idea. Much like the way as a child she would grab the turkey and ham platters out of the cook’s hands, and leave the rest of us having another vegetarian Thanksgiving.

Honestly, when I think of the $2 million “donation” John and I had to give Columbia to get my 850 SAT scoring fat daughter enrolled there, when we all know My Fat Daughter spent her years in college terrorizing restaurants, bodegas and grocery stores in Morningside Heights.

I wanted My Fat Daughter to enroll in beauty school in Phoenix. Hair stylists wear black, which is slimming (and My Fat Daughter needs all the help she can get there). I thought My Fat Daughter could get tips on how to slow down her balding at beauty school. And most importantly, hair stylists have to move around; and My Fat Daughter has always resisted that.

But John insisted his Princess of Arizona needed a college degree. He wanted to put her in Arizona State, but I insisted on four years of peace and sending My Fat Daughter to the other side of the country.

And now, here I am, a widow , the “proud” mother this engorged aggravation. As we inch closer to her delivery date, My Fat Daughter becomes more strident and moronic.

Sigh. I need another 8 Klonopin.