OK, here goes: my last diary was about Barack's "capitulation" in agreeing to the Wallace interview on Fox, thereby breaking the progessive embargo of that GOP agitprop organ (Hillary's courting of Fox isn't in that category imo, btw).
I was a bit piqued, to say the least, and the source of my anger was twofold: one, the progressive community had worked its ass off to corral Fox into the RW niche it deserves to occupy, the boycott being one of the main tools in that effort; and, two, I felt that Obama's relenting to the inane "Obama Watch Countdown Clock" would therefore have a net negative effect on his chances in the upcoming (IN and NC) primaries. I was wrong, period. My bad.
I underestimated Barack's ability to bridge divides, and I overestimated Fox's ongoing efficacy in promoting the right wing line. Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. Sorry about that, and sorry for calling those in our camp who can't find fault with Barack's methodology "Obamatons" (though I must admit that I still find the snarky poll in that diary to be one of my finer dkos achievements).
So gloat at will, ye mighty herd of sheep! (Just kidding, kids)
Recipe for Crow Casserole below!
Crow Casserole:
One medium sized crow (ravens aren't as PC to eat because of their literary value), plucked and gutted, beheaded but with feet left on, quartered
Three overripe, large turnips
One small jar of chili sauce
Five onions, large, cut in half
twelve garlic bulbs, just toss em in
Half-quart of whisky or sour mash.
1/4 cup of salt
1/2 cup of molasses, to mask the whisky
Throw all the ingredients into a large crock pot and set over an open fire in the back yard (not recommended for the kitchen), with the feet left sticking out under the lid for visual effect. Sit on the back porch with your shotgun loaded with birdshot to keep the inevitable stray dogs at bay. Start drinking the what's left of the quart of whisky. Don't forget to add wood to the fire between both kinds of shots.
By the time you finish the whisky, the crow will be done and you'll be ready to eat it (if you haven't already been arrested for public drunkenness and illegal discharge of a firearm in a residential area). You'll also be prepped emetically for the necessary postprandial purge.
Bon Appetit!