Kipmas is Coming!
It might be almost as much fun as Fitzmas.
– Atrios
Who’s your nominee for Chickenhawk of the Year? (“… further nominations are welcomed, encouraged, and damn-near manditory mandatory mandatory mandatory you fucking pedantic vultures!, and will be judged on the persuasiveness of the case made. …”)
OPEN THREAD:
Gee folks, you shouldn’t have. How’d you know my birthday was this month? I’m blushing.
Well happy birthday….!
And we’ll work on stopping Alito as part of your presents!
Heads = Jean Schmidt
Tails = Joe Lieberman
Flip a coin and either way it’s a chicken hawk.
If it looks, acts, quacks, and flies like a duck…..right, it’s a chicken hawk!! (I, personally would throw Cheney in the pile too)
OK, this is too in-crowd for me, and I’m feeling totally out of it. I looked at the Atrios link, and d’uh.
Who is Kip? And why Kipmas?
I saw the Atrios link earlier and totally didn’t get it. I’m right there with you — duh?
I just went with the flow and picked this year’s two choice chicken hawks….for my vote.
And said Hi to our local Kip on my way through…
“In Crowd”??? Isn’t all of BT the in crowd???
;^D
Absolutely, positively. There are no outer courts here. Indeed, is there a member who is not a Trusted User? If there is, it’s their own darn fault for not commenting in an FBC or two. The entire site is the biggest, longest mojo fest ever seen in the blogosphere.
Atrios’ snark often sails over my head, too. Sometimes his comments are so cryptic I don’t even want to click the link to figure it out.
The Poor Man gives awards to the Winger of the Week. He accompanies these with a picture of Kip Winger. At one point they were thinking of calling their award the Kippies, but they seem to have turned away from the notion (perhaps because I blubbered and kicked and begged them not to, or maybe not). Kipmas is all about the wingnuts. I just looked at The Poor Man and he’s using “Kipmas” too for the hotly contested “Chickenhawk of the Year.” Mr. Winger is even wearing a Santa hat. It’s Wingnutpalooza!
For explaining that. But with a user name like yours, who could possibly know better. :-0
You’re welcome and… (sound of someone who never gets to use this line) …that’s MISTER Kip to you!
Yes, it’s true. I’m a man, trapped in the body of a man! My sexual identity is secure, but I’m just a trifle overweight…
ps: You don’t actually have to call me Mister Kip. It’s just that I never get to use that line.
Dick “Dick” Cheney?
Can’t really be anyone else…
I agree with you 100%.
And I don’t like the nomination of Andrew Sullivan, who is very outspoken on torture and has many problems with the war.
We’ve got snow on the Olympic Peninsula … i just put out bird food in a protected thicket, and from my footprints, it looks like we’ve got 2-3 inches so far. It’s very pretty, but cold.
And there are two stray cat who just crawled in the crawl space under my duplex. Poor things.
Sybil must have snow too!
Darcy just called me. She got home safely…. but did slide a bit on one corner. It’s icy.
You’ve been quite snarkalicious today and I hope that comes from good feelings instead of repressed angers. How is your brother doing? How are you coping with your loss? For the first couple of months after my Mom’s passing, I kept thinking I saw her — at the grocery store, in K-Mart, in parking lots. It was the oddest thing because I think I really was “glimpsing” her and she was telling me she was still hovering and helping me.
About the crawlspace, Dear, you really must put up some doors. Stray cats are okay but what about skunks, snakes and rodents who munch on electrical wiring and cause fires?
Hubby was telling me this evening about his uncle who’s house was off the ground on brick pillars — visualize a shanty. Stray cats gathered under there at the outset of one winter and Uncle put out food for them. Next thing you know he’s got a hundred wild cats under his house. No rodent, snake or skunk problems, of course.
Come Spring, there were a thousand little wild kitties under there who jumped out — playfully, of course — and attacked his ankles whenever he left the house. He had to wear boots whenever he went to get the mail.
Hubby, being a small boy, befriended one of the wild kitties and it never left when the others did with the Spring thaw. So Uncle named it after him. The next winter, Hubby’s namesake fought off any stray cats, skunks, snakes or rodents that ventured into his territory. The moral of this story is: Always keep a wild tom cat under your shanty. Or keep the doors on your crawl space closed so you don’t need one.
Susan is snarking for two. 😉
Same thing happened to me this year with my mom, especially when I went to Big Lots, her favorite store. 🙂 And not long after my best friend died, I swore I saw her on the platform at the BART station in Fremont…
Got through Thanksgiving okay…but Christmas was one of her favorite holidays; she always bitched about shopping but she was out there at the crack of dawn every Friday after Thanksgiving, usually with me in tow. Maybe that’s why I felt like I had to uphold the family tradition last week, even though I only bought stuff for me and Toys for Tots… 🙂
Holding you and Darcy in my thoughts and prayers this holiday season, Susan… 🙂
[PS — the spouse and I plan to be in Seattle for a few days in June, if you can make it into the “big city”…]
I think the cats will take care of any rodents.
Then there are the raccoons.
In the summertime, I regularly used an outdoor faucet to fill a big plastic box with water and put grapes in it … because they absolutely love to play with water and put their food in water.
It’s very, very cute to watch them. They sit in the water. They push each other out of the water so they can get in.
Now that it’s so cold, I’ve wrapped the outdoor faucets with newspaper and plastic wrap.
Well, I guess they were miffed that I hadn’t filled the box for a few days.
I went outside the other night, and heard water running. I found that they’d moved the box under the outside faucet, and turned the faucet on, filling the box with water!
Is that smart or what?*
But my daughter was unhappy with them becasue they’d shredded the newspaper all over the lawn and she had to rake it all up.
So, having learned my lesson — and trying to be rational, not punitive — I have been putting out water again for them.
And, this time we wrapped the faucet/pipe with a big rag.
We have a good relationship with two animal rescue groups … the two kitties now are about the 5th or 6th kitties I’ve rescued. One of them now lives with Darcy’s boss in luxury and with gourmet cat food! So, we’ll work on finding them a home. I hope.
is a no-brainer – George W. Bush.