Sadly, I learn from a distant relative (actually, not a relative but related to a relative) some very sad news. Confirmed by independent sources.
It hurts to say this, and I wish I could hide it below the fold but there ain't not fold here. So I'll just say it and let the chips fall where they may.
It turns out that, through my GGGG-grandfather Jessie Robinette, I am distantly related to ...
Joseph Robinette Biden, Jr.
I'm so ashamed.
UPDATE: OTOH, there is a fair bet, though not yet proven, that I am also distantly related to Abe Lincoln. I can live with that one.
"Who will rid me of this turbulent priest?"
5 hours ago
9 comments:
I don't think we can be friends anymore. You have dirty blood. ;-)
Would it help if I said a few million Hail Marys and a couple billion Our Fathers?
I'm not Catholic so I'm not up on how many it takes to atone for a fourth-cousin-once-removed clown.
WV: yings - That's exactly what I said when I first heard of this sorrowful connection.
It's okay, Ken. Every family has someone they're ashamed of.
Yeah, well, this is bigger than most. They have like highwaymen and robbers and murders and sheep molesterers.
You know, cool stuff.
I have a clowntastic politician.
Don't think of him as a politician, Ken. Think of him as a overly paid comedian.
On a related topic, Benedict Arnold is the black sheep in my family.
See, even that, while not a source of pride, is at least not clowntastic.
You get Famous American Turncoat. I get clowntastic.
Not fair.
Oh my. Well, we can't choose our relatives. Plus, fourth-cousin is pretty far out there. I think we can cut you some slack here.
EWwwww!! Get the disinfectant!
Actually, as long as you're not exchanging Christmas cards...you can slide on this. One can't choose one's ancestors after all.
Gar-on-tee I am not exchanging Christmas cards, Mrs. Who. Thanks for letting me slide, dear. And welcome back, I've missed you darlin'!
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