As we await the arrival of our new dystopian overlords, those of us not in touch with governmental doings worry endlessly about the fate of family and loved ones caught behind the lines of devastation undoubtedly caused by the federal government’s heartless indifference to the teeming masses dependent upon its control over their every thought, breath and bite of food. Undoubtedly by now the major cities are piles of smoking rubble, driving even more hordes of the newly homeless to seek shelter with the enlightened Seattle city council. The roads must be choked with refugees.
Look! Christmas Kitty can’t afford fur. Good thing she has that winter coat, no doubt liberated from a fat, um, cat billionaire that didn’t make it to its luxury bunker in time.
Alas, there’s little a poor desert hermit can do to alleviate the suffering other than, you know, to shoot starving looters on sight feed the few stumbling survivors who make it this far. But here’s a cheery Christmas song to keep you going, chosen as appropriate to the events I’ve heard from the increasingly panicked newreaders…
Help, Help!!!! We’re trapped in the Peoples Republic of Illinois and are on the verge of doom. Wait!? Never mind. We are like this 365 days a year (No LOL). Joel, have a merry, safe, and quiet Christmas and New Year!
Aye, that is a grand sentiment. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year with lots of “found green stamps” Joel.
From behind Enemy Lines, the Queen Of the World and I would like to wish you a very merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas! Thanks, for the Weird Al, it is one I haven’t heard.
As for the shit-down, it’s a yawner. A bunch of old farts having a pissin’ contest with the media doing their best to whip up the peasants into hysteria.
LOL – shit-down should be shut-down! Freudian slip?
You can pretend that if you want to, Judy. But we know you really meant it as you spelled it.
Happy Kwanzaa to all!
And Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to those of you who are not smitten with FBI inventions.
A friend that’s a pilot is real happy with this shut down. When it started I asked him how it effected his flying. With a big smile he answered: “No ramp checks while the government is shut down. Time to go nuts!”
Joel, to you and the merry band living the outlaw life in the gulch, Happy Christmas.