Policia de Catalunya

A onesy for grown women, complete with "wrist cuffs."

More IRS agents.

The health care penalty is really a tax, as are those premiums you'll soon be forced to pay. The mandate is just a harmless "financing mechanism," so argued the Administration in federal court.

Blue Cross & Blue Shield will just be another IRS branch.

A heavily taxed inheritance.

Because you didn't earn it and you don't deserve it.
The Ringger Family Farm.
Just look at these greedy devisees. Besides, their parents won't be around to feel the pain, anyway.
As for leaving taxes on Wall Street's billion-dollar bailout bonuses alone, what of it? Don't go changing the subject.

A blanket for Bradley Manning, the beneficent Wikileaks booster.

This misunderstood, court-martialed man is being abused. Meanwhile, his beneficiary Julian Assange lolly gags in an English manor. It's shameful.

More abacuses for the CBO.

Obamacare passed for the reason Hillarycare did not: the cost to the private sector -- at least another trillion -- was excluded from the CBO's cost calculations. Well played, Nance!

Your neighbor's holiday photo.

Because they're such a nice family. And you'd like to see more of them.
Awkwardfamilyphotos.com

A GPS chip, implanted in your body, so that the government can find you and know your activities at all times.

Meh. That would be redundant.

Kleenex for John Boehner.

He's not a sensitive man, you bleeding heart.

He's a Republican!

A great deal on a used pre-owned car.

Pity there aren't any, what with cash-for-clunkers and all.

Ah, well, but you can't have everything, even consistent fonts.
So, instead, here's wishing you a . . .

and a less taxing new year.

Labels: Cash For Clunkers, Christmas Fig Leaf Family, Crying, Domestic Spying, Grown-Up Onesies, Irs, John Boehner, Liberal Wish List, Obamcare, Penalty, Tax

Why, at El Rancho, of course! There, I shot a fifty-caliber Barrett, made no contact whatsoever with several flying disks despite repeated attempts, and wandered four days and three nights without internet.
We just got back from this ranch -- a working ranch, mind you -- today. An old law school friend graciously offered it to us for the weekend. And boy do I owe him one huge bottle of Maker's Mark. His so-called "cabin" made for some swanky digs.
We met Dodge.

Four-wheeled like fiends.

And got real muddy. Constantly.

We herded chickens.
Collected beautiful rainbow eggs.

Went clay-shooting.
Examined ostriches, up close and personal.

And roasted a perfect chicken, post bonfire. (Now, now. It was store bought. No tears.)
The impromptu bonfire happened when some olive oil caught on fire. I wasn't familiar with the ranch's range, you see. My beloved pan, which once had a nice patina, now looks like this:

But amazingly enough, it still cooks fine. Celebrate the moments of my pot.
Alrighty then. Aside from four votes I couldn't cast in HGTV's "dream house" contest, I didn't miss much. Because you don't miss your family when you don't have the internet. It's a funny thing.

Labels: Barrett, Chickens, Christmas Fig Leaf Family, City Slickers In The Country, Eggs, Four-Wheeling, No Internet, Ostrich, Rams