If you doubt me, check out his blog at http://www.toomanymornings.com/ and read the comments section on his recent article about grammar.
Well, he can call me names, but you know what? Mike was adopted. You know how I know? Mom and dad told me way early in our lives and said he came from The Humane Society. It's true. We could never go into airports when we were young because of the "no pets allowed" sign.
Mike was adopted. We love him, but he was dumped by his meth addict owners during a SWAT team raid on the family he lived with originally. The owners of my brother had no teeth left, were quite emaciated and could not care for him.
We tried to get Mike therapy but my parents were small business owners and had no insurance for such intensive care. Flaming liberal, my ass. Excuse me, I have to go to a Sierra Club meeting now. Peace To All! -Alison Whiteman