Every time I read about someone from my high school, I have to lie down; they're all so rich and famous.

But the other day I was watching the local news channel and saw a piece about someone who was in my class, whom I knew, being profiled as the "most powerful woman in New York."

Well, okay, I knew she was rich and still fabulous after all these years; I don't begrudge her the success she earned. But most powerful? I didn't even finish college.

I'm sending myself to bed without any supper.

Thank God for the dollies, and the wool. All the wool...

Caucasians. I knew it.

You can't reason with Republicans. You can't compromise. You have to be just as crazy.

Thus:

Yeah, we want gun registry.
Yeah, we want background checks.
Yeah, we want to take away your assault rifle. Then we're coming for your hunting rifle (buy your meat at the Piggly Wiggly like a civilized person) and your target pistols. We say you're too crazy to be trusted with any projectile weapon.

The Second Amendment is about a well-regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state; at this point in history that would be the Armed Services, not a rabid bunch of howling rednecks. You want to fire military weapons? Enlist. Too much of a weasel to risk death for your country? STFU.

Think government spending is out of control? And you're still accepting a salary? We say, fire the House of Representatives; minimum wage for the Senate. Scale back your ridiculous life benefits to the level of the average civil service worker.

We want unrestricted immigration. Don't like it, go the hell back to Europe where you came from. Nobody asked you to come here, nobody forced you to come here, but you did, bringing disease and carnage and pollution in your wake.

(I just wish John Boehner would come to my house so I could hit him on the head with a Barbie doll.)

It's cold. Not cold enough for me to turn on the heat, as my apartment gets sub-Saharan real quick, but cold enough that I realized I hadn't seen my down comforter for ages.

I think it's in that big bagful of compressed featherbeds under all that California Variegated Mutant sheep fleece.

It will have to get into the single digits (not counting "wind chill") before I bother to dig it out.

Still, a real winter! The first in five whole years! I'm up for it...

...so if you you want to talk smack about the elder Bush, our bet is that you'd better get that done by New Year's Eve, because guarded condition is Old Latin for "Yeah, we could send him home to die peacefully in his own bed, as the saying goes, but honestly? Just get here!"

Light a candle or something: tomorrow's the Feast of the Holy Innocents.

Just sayin'...

Happy Christmas from Teddy and Victoire...

FTW:

"It's the holiday season
So whoop-dee-doo and dickory-dock,
And don't forget to hang up your sock
'Cause just exactly at twelve o'clock
He'll be coming down the chimney, down!"

I swear I didn't make that up; it's an Andy Williams abomination I never heard before this year (unless I'm blocking it...)

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...but really, Kate-- hospitalized with "severe morning sickness"? OMG, girlfriend, quit being such a princess...

We have a question for those of you who "lost everything" to Superstorm Sandy: why are you now standing guard over a pile of wet rubble? What's left for the looters to take?

Get your silly behinds to high ground, there's a nor'easter coming!

Say it with us: Hans Werner-Henze-Werner-Henze-Werner-Henze-Werner...

There is a point at which racism becomes stupidity, and that point is $200,000/yr. That's how Willard "Mitt" Romney defines "middle class". If your annual income is below that, you're in the 47% he doesn't care about, no matter what color your skin is.

If you have a business, he will gut it and drain it; if you have a job, he will outsource it to China and make you train the low-wage worker who will replace you. Unemployment? Veterans' benefits? Social Security (into which you paid for what, a quarter, a half a century?) Medical care? Entitlements, you lazy slacker, you.

Hate and prejudice we can understand as a human failing; the profundity of the stupidity that would rather flush our country's economy down the toilet than see a Black man in the White House is beyond comprehension.

Worst possible outcome for Obama: Romney didn't step on his dick.

...because I don't want to end up throwing a high-heel shoe through my own television set.

Had ye fought like men, ye needn't hang like dogs!

It just looks like any old construction site nowadays; I don't go down there anymore except when my spinning group meets at the Financial Center, which is still pretty.

I'm still weirded out by bright fall days, though.

See now, we thought Gore Vidal had died ages ago...

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