I don't usually click on the ads, but...

[Mythsaje]

I was curious...

This is pretty cool if you ask me. If I had little ones, I'd get this myself.

http://littledemocrats.net/index.html

[MADem]

1. This has been discussed here before

I dunno, I think the best thing to do is live a good life, lead by example, and let children be children. They grow up fast enough anyway. Giving them bunny rabbit books full of political positions is just as hideous as the GOP version, http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0976726904/102-8385949-0287355?v=glance&n=283155 which this book was in answer to.

One of the most amusing reviews of this book that I've read said that it was a GOP black-bag job!
http://www.reason.com/links/links030206.shtml

..."Democrats make sure we are nice to people who are different, just like Mommy does," explains one lesson. "Democrats make sure sick people are able to see a doctor, just like Mommy does," says another. "Democrats make sure we all share our toys," threatens a third. You don't need to be Phyllis Schlafly to wonder just where the hell the daddy squirrel has gone to in this scenario, which reads like a Republican parody of Democratic devotion to an oddly feminized nanny state. Indeed, Why Mommy Is a Democrat, though ostensibly written by "lifelong Democrat and political activist" Jeremy Zilber has the feel of a being a GOP black-bag job. Karl Rove is supposed to be a political genius, isn't he? Despite (or perhaps because of) endorsements from such low-wattage pols as the mayor of Columbus, Ohio, and a Utah state senator, this book can't possibly be helping the Dems take back the night, much less the White House or Congress, from the Republicans.

Give Zilber this much credit: At least he put his actual name on his book. "Katharine DeBrecht is the pen name for a mother of three," we learn in the credits for Help! Mom! There Are Liberals Under My Bed! The reason for the pseudonym becomes immediately clear to readers of all ages who manage to finish this slim, illustrated allegory. Help! Mom! (which ignores the warning against Mom-centric titles implicit in the career-killing flop of Sylvester Stallone's Stop Or My Mom Will Shoot!) tells the tale of young brothers Tommy and Lou, who live "in a small house, on a small street, in a small neighborhood, in a small city, in the great USA."

After the boys' parents refuse to buy them a swing set ("Mom and Dad always told them that having everything given to them would not make them feel good about themselves"), they decide to start a lemonade stand to earn the money.

Before they do, they have a nightmare in which they become small business owners in "a very strange place called Liberaland." Once the boys' lemonade business is booming, "Mayor Leach" (get it?) comes around and squeezes them with a 50 percent tax. Next up is "Mr. Fussman" of the "Liberaland Civil Liberties Union" (haw haw haw!), who is offended by the picture of Jesus the brothers hang on their stand and demands they replace with it a picture of a big toe. Before you know it, a Hillaryesque "Congresswoman Clunkton" is demanding the boys force broccoli on all customers, and so on, until at last the lemonade stand is seized by the state and run into the ground. ...