Cooper for President
The White Trash Guide to Parenthood - Part II

Hey Cooper,

I found your website just today and I love it! It is so right on and funny! My (relative by marriage) is Grade-A White Trash, complete with bastard kid and everything! The kid's got a white trash name even...you can add it to your list...Twila Kay. She's also a Welfare Queen! This woman makes me sick, and I hate being related to her. She's a Social 'Tard if I ever met one! Add these to your list....

Expect your parents and/or family members to care for your kid while you are in jail for stealing from other people who *gasp* actually WORK for their money! Oh and then don't even thank them when they finally bail you out due to the fact that they can't raise your kid for you.

Don't bother to teach your kid to eat with utensils, that's what hands are for!

Don't EVER under any circumstances bring a change of clothes for your kid when at family gatherings...others enjoy looking at the food plastered all over their clothes.

Don't teach you kid how to speak..pointing and grunting, screaming and having a good old tantrum work just fine!

Come to all family gatherings with nothing to contribute. Don't bother to bring a covered dish if it was asked of you. After all, you're living off Uncle Sam, and we don't expect much of you. Just come and stuff your face and let your kid run wild, too. That's what relatives are for! Oh and while I'm at it...yell at other people when they try to protect your child from getting run over by cars when they run into the street.

Don't bother to ever watch your kid while camping. Allow them to wander off frequently and yell at top of lungs for said child.

When I think of more...I'll send them to you!
 
Later,
Lynn 

Dear Lynn,
 
Hilarious! You nailed them all. That camping one really hit home. I HATE that. And I especially liked the one about not bringing food to a family gathering. Yeah, I just love it when (at a Fourth of July BBQ) the person in charge of meat spends $80 on hamburgers, ribs, bratwurst and even a couple of steaks, and the white trasher in charge of beverages shells out about two bucks for a case of generic Wal-Mart Lemon-Lime Soda.
 
And there's nothing more annoying than a white trash (or other) brat who can't communicate property (there's nothing wrong with them mentally, it's just that "mom" never bothered to teach them to communicate like a human being). I was in a CD store last week, when some 'tard three year old kept screeching "Daadeee! Daadee!" to her father every five seconds or so. Of course, her "dad" made no attempts to get her to stop annoying the hell out of the humans in the store.
 
Actually, now that I think of it, there IS something more annoying than a little bastard yelling "daddy daddy" to her father in the store. It's when they point at ME and say "daddy" (because they don't know their father, and look upon any adult male as "daddy"). Christ, these people shouldn't be allowed to breed.
 
I've decided to dump William Dung, and pick YOU as my running mate. We can enact our sterilization program for white trashers. Anyone with a "Tattoo-to-Missing-Teeth" ratio greater than 0.5 will be sterilized in order to save our civilization.
 
Deal?

(C) 2004, Cooper for President