Overnight Thread - Thanksgiving Edition

Sarah Palin's Thanksgiving Day Message

My fellow Americans in all 57 states, the time has changed for come. With our country founded more than 20 centuries ago, we have much to celebrate – from the FBI’s 100 days to the reforms that bring greater inefficiencies to our health care system. We know that countries like Europe are willing to stand with us in our fight to halt the rise of privacy, and Israel is a strong friend of Israel’s. And let’s face it, everybody knows that it makes no sense that you send a kid to the emergency room for a treatable illness like asthma and they end up taking up a hospital bed. It costs, when, if you, they just gave, you gave them treatment early, and they got some treatment, and ah, a breathalyzer, or an inhalator. I mean, not a breathalyzer, ah, I don’t know what the term is in Austrian for that…

Despite my occassional criticism of her this why I love Sarah. Let the press beat up on you a little then stuff it back in their faces.

A valuable life lesson - Call the Better Business Bureau not the police

The next time Ryan McNames wants to lodge a consumer complaint, he’ll know better than to call the Columbia Police Department.

The Missouri man, 19, dialed cops Saturday night to report that he paid $60 to a pair of prostitutes to perform sexual acts for him.

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He also requested that officers contact the woman who did not fellate him and “get $40 of his money back,” police reported.

This woman needs to be beaten with a sockful of batteries

For breakfast, I usually have a cappuccino—espresso made in an Alessi pot and mixed with organic milk, which has been gently heated and hand-fluffed by my husband. I eat two slices of imported cheese—Dutch Parrano, the label says, “the hippest cheese in New York” (no joke)—on homemade bread with butter. I am what you might call a food snob. My nutritionist neighbor drinks a protein shake while her 5-year-old son eats quinoa porridge sweetened with applesauce and laced with kale flakes. She is what you might call a health nut. On a recent morning, my neighbor’s friend Alexandra Ferguson sipped politically correct Nicaraguan coffee in her comfy kitchen while her two young boys chose from among an assortment of organic cereals. As we sat, the six chickens Ferguson and her husband, Dave, keep for eggs in a backyard coop peered indoors from the stoop. The Fergusons are known as locavores.

I don't really know what else to say except get over yourself lady. Yes, you make some points about food insecurity but even those are pretensious twaddle. If you really want to make a difference donate to a food bank.

h/t Instapundit

That's it for tonight. It's a holiday so have fun enjoy the family (speaking of which the al-Jazeera correspondent I was supposed to be supping with cancelled, so I am truly thankful.) So thankful that I will skip mentioning that the Army of Morons World of Warcraft guild is still recruiting on the Hellscream US server.

Edit: spelling correction made in title.

posted by Open Blogger at 10:16 PM

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