sore loosers

Boy was Punk mad this morning.
Kooka was not much better.

"Great," Punk said, "Now our country is going to suck."
Miss thang could not shake the grumpy look from her face either.

I didn't have much to complain about since I basically "threw my vote away."

But we did have this little chat:

"OK guys, Obama is a good guy. McCain is a good guy. We saw that when they gave their speeches last night. They said some nasty stuff about each other because they were both trying to win, but when it comes down to it - they both want this to be a great country."

"OK - then if they are both so great - why bother picking just one?"

"Because usually people agree with one guy's ideas over another's. And the great thing about America is that you get to choose. Everybody complains about George Bush - but the fact is, the American people elected him twice. They chose him. And now that America has chosen Obama, it is our job to help him - and to let him know if we don't agree with something he does. He is a good, reasonable man, and that is how democracy works."

Kooka was sobbing - seriously. Not sure if she was missing Sarah Palin already, or if she is just so competitive that she can't stand to lose. Probably both.

So, I finally get them settled down a bit, we walk to school together. We are walking down the hall when we meet the future unabomber.

Seriously.

The kid cannot be more than six. He is dressed in full cammo gear - overalls, boots, backpack - the works. His hair has not been combed in days, and he has a wild look in his eyes - either he ate 6 bowls of cocoa puffs this morning, or he has been up all night writing his manifesto. Probably has a copy of Catcher in the Rye in that backpack, and a crush on Jodie Foster.

Anyway - I am the only adult in the hall, and he comes running up to me, gritting his teeth, desperation in his face, and says "I gotta warn you about something!"

"What?"

He grabs my arm, eyes like dinner plates and says, "Do not be happy. Today is not a happy day. I gotta warm you about Obama." I don't say anything, but the look on my face is quizical. Mini- Kaczynski leans in close and whispers, "Obama does NOT believe in America!"

"Really?"

"It's true!"

And then he sprints off down the hall, shouting it over and over - "Do not be happy! Obama hates America!"

I hope his teacher searched his backpack.