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Friday, 23 December 2011
Festivus Friday, I got a lot of problems with you people this year!
I suppose one could say that every day is like Festivus here at the WyBlog; airing of grievances is what we do best!
Maybe if I change my Facebook avatar to an aluminum pole @Nadz will send me one of those for Christmas next year…
Didja see the shipping label from his package?
Dude's got a wicked sense of humor. Which is one reason we became friends in the first place.
I meant to post this video yesterday — Never Hire a Gay Weatherman. Click on over, you'll be glad you did.
Government overreach isn't always confined to the EPA. In Massachusetts an 80 year old woman is facing jail time for feeding the ducks. Yes, the bureaucrats are determined to control everything.
OK, back to the grievances. I was going to make this post a pseudo-humorous poke at all the bloggers who don't link me (cough, Instapundit, cough) but Stacy McCain took the wind out of my sails.
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone, you see. If we spend our lives looking around for reasons to hate people, we'll find plenty of reasons, and next thing you know we'll be like those crazy-ass commenters flaming each other in one of those Hot Air posts with 400 comments, where it gets to the point that the angry arguments in the comments have absolutely nothing to do with the subject of the post.
King of the Comment Trolls is not my idea of a worthy career ambitiion.
Blogging as therapy is an interesting concept, and I suppose some of my venting serves a therapeutic purpose, but you can't make a career in the New Media racket simply by unloading your emotional baggage onto a blog. Or at least, that's a limited readership niche, and Amanda Marcotte's already got it covered pretty good.
Life is too short to be angry all the time, constantly on the lookout for new names to add to your enemies list. It's only two days until Christmas, and the day after that I fly out to Iowa. Why should I waste time being angry because my blog didn't get linked somewhere? With so many blessings to be grateful for — including tip-jar hitters — why sit around making myself miserable?
Kinda turns my tongue-in-cheek gripe-fest idea into a sardonic pity party, eh? And who needs to read that?
It seems though that Gator Doug ain't feeling the love either. I link you Doug, that's gotta count for something, right? Right? Is this thing on?
For those of you who are wondering where the Wy Christmas Card is, well, it's
late this year. Sophie rejected the picture of her that I chose. Seems pretty
nice to me, but hey, I'm only the Dad. We'll try again on Christmas Eve, and
you'll get a Happy New Year card. And you'll like it.
Warming the cockles of my heart: As political season heats up, Politico's Web traffic cools down. Couldn't happen to a nicer bunch of libtards. Their brand of vindictive "journalism" is all too common on the left, and face it, MSNBC already has that niche sewn up.
Dhimmitude in the ranks: Army to allow hijabs, turbans in Junior ROTC. They're kidding, right?
Sadly, no. And Hamas-linked CAIR (Council on American Islamic Relations) is ecstatic. SecDef Leon Panetta calls it "religious tolerance." I call it "infiltration." It's what you get when you put a political hack in charge of the finest military in the world. What Would Rumsfeld Do?
Donald Douglas (who I don't link often enough!) tries to make lemonade out of John Boehner's capitulation on the payroll tax cut. I think this is one of those times when I make an allusion to "the GOP clown show" and @Nadz upbraids me for disparaging the image of professional clowns. Yeah, Boehner and his crew are a bunch of amateurs.
Say what you will about Nancy Pelosi, she was no Weeper of the House.
Alright, so it's time to start cooking. We're hosting Christmas Eve and Christmas Day dinners (for two different groups). I'm making beef bourguignon tomorrow night. And my special keilbasa and sauerkraut on Christmas. Plus a ham for Sophie, because that's her favorite meal. There'll be green bean casserole, creamy scalloped potatoes, and if I can find some, a beet and onion salad (you'd be surprised at how good it is).
I hope Santa brings you everything on your list! Because Frank Costanza sure won't.
All I want for Christmas is an Instalanche.
Posted at 11:44 by Chris Wysocki
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