Sometimes Gene Simmons' Tongue Would Make More Sense

Yes - you do seem like a hip fun loving grandma. I can tell by your crazy pink spiked hair, Kiss t-shirt, and Rockstar energy drink you so adamantly slurp between statements that you're not the average AARP granny. You didn't even wimp out and go for the sugar free kind. Impressive, G-Ma.

While I applaud your fun loving and artificially enhanced energy for life, I would like to shove a wool sock in your cake hole to stifle your political propaganda for just a moment. Much like a corporate executive responding to emails, you have focused on the single most insignificant point and have formed weak, (at best), arguments against things that have little to no importance to the big picture. I'm a big picture kinda' gal, and I'm not sure what your painting for me. I don't even care what the picture is, as long as it's a nice big, clean, well put together picture.

After your 45 minute "presentation," I am left with five pieces of a giant wooden Sesame Street puzzle, six pieces of a 3D King Tut puzzle, and a domino. Yep. Doesn't fit together too well does it? Maybe something was lost in translation. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Grab yourself another Rockstar, and Google yourself some facts G-Ma. When you have the pieces organized, I'm happy to listen.

Democrat or Republican, I'll quietly listen as you calmly share your well formed opinions and paint a clear picture of Big Bird, Sniffy, or Gene Simmons' creepy tongue. As long as you don't insult my shoes, I'll keep my opinions to myself.