Things Get Wild at "Trickle Down" Thanksgiving Dinner

Oh those political arguments at the Thanksgiving dinner table...stuttering neo con Ed Simpson has it out with liberal cartoon writer Jessica Newman at Simpson's Greenwich, Connecticut home. The topic -- tax cuts for the rich and Iraq...

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Ed gave him a “shut up you idiot” look and followed with his boiled down version of conservative economic theory -- in super slow motion. "Now if B-buh-Bush f-felt that the government should step in and play referee w-with our tax money, then he w-w-would have duh-done so."

Jessica couldn't hold back anymore. "Oh yeah, he managed to play referee with billions of our tax dollars and piss it away in that idiotic war in Iraq, Ed! Not to mention giving his rich business pals more of our hard earned money in the form of tax cuts! And did they use that money to create good paying jobs like they were supposed to? Noooo! We got oogatz!" Jason kicked her leg.

Red-faced, Ed returned fire. "Weh-weh-well I see the Teamsters hah-have a new m-m-m-member."

Then someone else joined the brawl -- the family's French Poodle who took Jessica's side with a bite on Ed's leg. "Duh-duh-dammit Freedom, you're a typical French brat!" he yelled as the cuddly little white dog barked away. Jessica took that as a cue to give Ed the finger. Ed gave her two back while Jason bowed his head and lifted a biscuit. "These are superb Linda. If I didn't know better I'd think that the old Pepperidge Farm guy in the buggy baked them himself."

"Wasn't he in the KKK?" asked Justin.

Jason jumped right in. "That was Colonel Sanders. Allegedly."

Linda had enough and slammed down her napkin. "It serves you right! At least someone has brains around here! Come to mommy sweetheart." Freedom jumped on her lap and licked her face. "Daddy always sides with those one-percenters doesn't he."

Ed cooled down and asked Natasha why she was wearing her studded leather jacket at the dinner table, "And that awful nose-r-r-ring!" A horn honked outside. She abandoned her full plate of turkey, stuffing and cranberry sauce grabbed her jacket and raced out the front door.

"Nattie, aren't you s-s-s-staying for dessert? P-puh-pumpkin pie!" By the time he got the words out she was already in the red Camaro zigzagging out of the driveway in a cloud of brown dust.

Jessica slammed her napkin down and waved her finger at Jason. "Next year we're going to White Castle!"

Ed kept his cool. "I'm sure you-you'd f-f-fit in juh-juh- just fine eating there with Reverend Al Sharpton and his kind." He calmly took a sip of wine.

Jessica grabbed the turkey-shaped gravy dish and reared back. "I'm gonna brain you, you Koch brothers blowup doll!"

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