Monday, November 03, 2008

A big bowl of ice cream on every table.

If you live in Utah House District 51, tomorrow you must vote for Lisa Johnson for the State House of Representatives.

Besides being exceedingly intelligent (fluent in Russian and Korean), populist (down with vouchers, says Lisa!), and level-headed, she's my former babysitter.

She was a fantastic babysitter. She never exercised unrighteous dominion. She never invited her boyfriend over to watch movies. She played with us until bedtime and when our parents told her we could have ice cream she pulled out the big cereal bowls and heaped them up.

So vote for Lisa! Even if she's too ethical to serve up heaping bowls of your tax dollars to every last wailing cause, she's nice enough to really really wish she could. And she'll be happy to read you a bedtime story in exchange for your vote. A short one, of course. She's very busy these days.

5 comments:

wynne said...

Can't give her my vote. Sorry. I do not live in the right district. Too bad, though: I really liked your argument in favor of this lady. I like ice cream, you see, and would gladly vote for anyone who ensures children have their fair share of it.

Sharon said...

Long live Ice Cream for all. Maybe it will catch on and make it to corrupt Jersey politics. Corrupt ice cream is better than no ice cream, I always say.

Marie said...

Wynne -- Sadly, she lost. It was very close, though, which says a lot for her reputation when you consider she's in the VERY Republican district of Sandy and Draper.

Sharon -- Amen! I read your comment to my dad, and he also agreed. If we have to burn in hell, may as well take some cool treats with us.

Stephen said...

Any babysitter willing to crack open the old yakhchals for the peeps deserves another appearance on the ballot. Next time....

Marie said...

Stephen -- It's good of you to always make clear in your comments that you are the Jewish Stephen. There are so very many Stephens who comment on this blog that I would be quite confused without the Yiddish nouns and pork-aversion poems.