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What the hell? I didn’t win a Pulitzer? AGAIN?

Oh, this guy won?

That’s okay, then. Lefty hack. Can’t draw. Prize!

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April 16, 2012 — 10:30 pm
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Wanna see my credentials, little man?

My guess is, Hilary Rosen was sent out there to imply with sly subtlety that Mitt Romney’s wife is a snooty rich bitch who never had to trouble herself about the things us ordinary mortals worry about. Instead, she blurted out “Ann Romney has actually never worked a day in her life — in one swell foop, alienating every stay-at-home mom in the country.

Also, stepping slap in the middle of Obama’s pink frosted Republican War on Women meme with shit-covered army boots. Hee hee.

Admittedly, stay-at-home moms are a more right-leaning than left-leaning constituency these days, but they’re by no means monolithically wealthy. And there are bound to be some precious Independents in that demo.

My life choices have hewn closer to Sandra Fluke’s than June Cleaver’s, and it still sets my teeth on edge whenever Democrats presume theirs is the legitimate Voice of Woman. If it makes ME crazy…?

Have a good weekend, folks!

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April 13, 2012 — 10:47 pm
Comments: 37

Did somebody order a box of cat?

Wait, what? I haven’t posted yet? Omigod, get me a cute cat picture — stat!

Also, see Ace for Henri, the Existential House Cat.

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April 12, 2012 — 10:36 pm
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It’s not easy being pink

To be perfectly honest, I kind of hate myself for ragging on this woman. I mean, yeah, sure, she called me a pink honkey cracker pig (and something that got bleeped – anyone know what that was?) and sort of implied violence heading my way and stuff. On the other hand — have you looked at the New Black Panther Party’s website? — I get the feeling Michelle Williams and the rest of the NBBP are all…well…mildly retarded and everyone is just embarrassed to say it. Why else would the authorities utterly ignore blatant incitement?

I feel like I’m reading a Nancy Drew novel right now, because of all the twists and turns.

I mean, I think it’s awesome this lady reads. And I just loved the Nancy Drew books myself, so we have that in common.

I think I was eight when I read them.

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April 11, 2012 — 11:11 pm
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Bad day, drink now

Ugh. I let a pot of turkey broth boil dry this afternoon. I mean *really* dry — I didn’t notice until I spotted the smoke pouring out of the kitchen window. Had to have all the windows and doors open for the rest of the day, which was bad because it’s cold.

And also because one of the hens has gone broody (yes, same daft bird as last year). I shut her out of the henhouse to keep her off the nest, so she kept wandering in the open doors complaining about being shut out of the henhouse. She spent the day zooming into the livingroom going “squa! Rarr! Nyer!” Which is like the chicken equivalent of that old lady pushing the shopping cart going “titties! Knickers! Assholes!”

Enough. Me for booze, bath and bed.

God, it stinks of immolated turkey carcass in this place.

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April 10, 2012 — 10:04 pm
Comments: 45

Ahhhhhh…that’s better!

I’ve been meaning to do that ever since I saw the original picture.

Obama. Dude. Do NOT mess with Supes.

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April 9, 2012 — 8:25 pm
Comments: 19

You’re new here, aren’t you?

Ladies and gentlemen, your Easter lamb!

Right on schedule, lambs. I promised you lambs, and…lambs.

We had glorious weather today, so I sat in the backyard in a sling-back chair and welcomed a whole bunch of the little woolly boogers to the neighborhood. One of my favorite days of the year (we’ll have a few more days of lambs, but the weather won’t be so nice).

We had quite a cold snap last night. Down to 34° overnight. Think of that. Think of all the lambs born into darkness and cold, then suddenly the big, bright, warm sun breaks over the horizon. Lambgasms all around. One year, I’ll have to get up before dawn and see that for myself.

Happy Easter weekend, folks!

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April 6, 2012 — 9:44 pm
Comments: 39

Honey! The ewes are ready!

W00t! They moved the ewes into the field behind our house, and they look like they’re ’bout ready to pop. That means in a day or so, we can stand in the back yard sipping coffee and watching lambs being bornded.

Which will put you off breakfast, honestly.

Some flocks started weeks ago, so there are lots of tiny, unsteady laa-bams about. As far as I know, there isn’t any Schmallenberg in our area, but reporting the disease isn’t mandatory, so we don’t really know. Doesn’t matter. Infected or not, the gross-out factor is putting people off eating lamb.

But never mind! We aren’t sheep farmers and we hate lamb, so it’s all win for us. This is my favorite time of year, the white season. Little lambs, big swans and the hawthorn hedges blossoming white.

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April 5, 2012 — 10:17 pm
Comments: 34

Every girl crazy ’bout a sharp dressed man

This is a photo from last year, it came to my attention via this tweet (who is that guy? Why do I follow him? God lumme, I don’t know).

The text helpfully explains that Obama was taping a statement about the retirement of Supreme Court Justice Paul Stevens, who wears a similar bowtie.

I bet the caption writer was thinking don’t think Farrakhan, don’t think Farrakhan.

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April 4, 2012 — 10:25 pm
Comments: 31

Don’t point, honey

I browse the latest images of Obama regularly, hunting blog-fodder, and I’ve noticed Dear Leader doing an inordinate amount of finger-pointing lately.

I don’t mean blaming other people for his problems — he’s always done that — I mean waving that ol’ first digit in the air. That’s got to mean something. Doesn’t it?

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April 3, 2012 — 9:59 pm
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