Greetings and welcome to your Fuzzy Coffee Friday Hour of fluffy fun with your host moping Marko.
The year is winding down and while the springs go "sproing!" I'm getting real sick of reading the news from the USA. I think I'd like curl up into a little (alright, 'enormous') ball and wait for the whole mess to just go away, but it's not going away is it?
All I want for Christmas is transparency in government.
Just forcing the festering pustules in Washington to put their names on every sentence, every edit, every rider, every addition, every single line of any legislation that they wrote should be mandatory. I'm seething, stewing in anger over the anonymity that allows these toxic budgets to be cobbled together. Routine legislation is injected with botulism just so more corrupt politicians can anonymously pander to more special interests. And Obama is supposed to sign it. It's like a bloody ransom note that doubles as a blank check.
I think we have a right to demand an end to anonymous legislation. I can't imagine how it can possibly be justified.
RaaaAAaaAAAaarrRGH!
Sigh, I'm not off to a good start on a happy, happy open thread-- am I? Next week I should be better. The next few days I'll be baking cookies, getting together with friends, going out to concerts and wandering the cobbled streets of my beautiful city searching for the perfect little pair of earrings.
I'd rather be peeing in John Boehner's shoes, but I'll settle for just enjoying the company of friends and family.
Tonight I should be up late working and waiting for Mrs. the Werelynx to crawl in after a night out with some friends. I need to get my mind off American politics. I'll never get to sleep tonight if I don't stop screaming.
After getting a few things done, I came back to this diary that I'd popped into the queue nice and early. I noticed that the comment of mine that I'd linked to earlier had picked up a tail-- or something resembling a tail... a reply. I gave a stubby tail of a reply of my own in thanks for their helpful words of encouragement. Occasionally you get replies that look like the back-ends of things around this place. I'm best ignored I suppose, but a were-critter feels the need to "yowp" now and then. It got me thinking though about my history with this site. I'm not the sort to garner or gather troll ratings it seems. In general I feel more treasured than tolerated. I wandered through my own profile and noted that this will be my 111th diary here on Daily Kos. I've not imparted a great deal of insight or news in the broad realm of politics I suppose. I also noticed that my comments counter is probably going to tick over 4000 this weekend if you all give me anything to reply to. I'll try to keep my stubby tail out of my replies here.
Ah well, I guess all I've got today is a bit of Intro blithering. And some drawings to work on.
Maybe tomorrow I'll get up and rush downstairs to find that Marko Claus has left some gifts under the festive ginger hairball.