Moe Lane

…regular posting will resume tomorrow.  Or, rather, that the current changes to the schedule keeps us here and recovering from the Plague, and not traveling which dear God I don’t want to do now. I just want to sleep.

The Christmas whirl. The wrapping, the visits, the last-minute food purchases, the road trip, and the constant need to not snap like a brittle twig under the strain. I’m not a devotee of Festivus, but I can see where that holiday might appeal to people…

So I’ll just say that this was nice.

President George W Bush turned up at a hospital in Santa outfit just recently – no media (via @sarahrstevenson) pic.twitter.com/cl0N9mJ9JJ

— Tim Stanley (@timothy_stanley) December 20, 2014

Seriously?

Most Americans view Christmas as a time to consider such lofty things as peace on earth and good will toward men.

Not MSNBC’s Chris Matthews who actually devoted his entire Christmas Eve Hardball show to mercilessly attacking eleven conservatives with assistance from a panel of some of the most conservative-hating liberals in the nation…

Seriously?  Is this what happens when you don’t have anybody to go home to?  I spent Christmas Eve bringing up the gifts while my wife planted the candy canes, and if I was thinking about politics for any significant amount of time then I don’t remember it.  And I can’t say that I’m worse off for that. (more…)

Don’t.

…This is pretty much the start of Christmas for the family: the in-laws arrive tomorrow, and it all doesn’t really end for us until the Sunday after Christmas.  So if I appear grouchy, harried, incoherent, or just plain zoned… I am, and this is why.

Happy holidays for everyone so inclined to celebrate them.

Moe Lane

PS: Posting will be – I dunno.  Could be light.  Could be heavy, as a form of distraction. Guess we’ll find out!

…And, dang, the toys are light years ahead of the ones that were around when I was a kid.

Moe Lane (more…)

And God bless us, every one.

…for pretty much the rest of the year. Between Christmas activities and running around, it seems least SAN-destroying. And, with any luck, nothing will happen that will require me to change that policy.

If I snapped at anybody yesterday, it was probably because I was putting toys together for two small children, one of which has just really gotten what this Christmas thing is all about – and who has apparently developed a sudden phobia of talking dolls, although that may have been the homemade chocolate chip cookies talking.  Now I understand why I associate certain cuss words with Christmas; my father apparently liked to save the worst ones for special occasions.

So.  Sorry?

You know: get the tree assembled, go buy the wreath, have the kids melt down, go out shopping and hide in the basement level of the slightly pretentious pub in the highly pretentious arts-and-crafts retail center*.  Christmas is in two weeks, after all: gotta get some of this stuff done**.  Quite a bit left to do, in fact.

Moe Lane

*Because, slightly pretentious or no, the beer was both local and tasty.

**Yes.  You should go do some shopping.

A quick survey of priorities:

• In 2001, the American government’s response to a successful series of terrorist attacks was to look outwards to see who to hit for this*.
• In 2009, the American government’s response to an only-because-we-got-lucky unsuccessful terrorist attack was to look inwards to see who to blame for this. (H/T: Nice Deb)

I think that, all things considered, I prefer the first approach.

Moe Lane

*To somewhat purify the Onion’s point.

Crossposted to RedState.