I’ll be honest, we’ve been feeling a little down in the dumps lately. Our radical former and current terrorist friends are dissing us and firing shots across Big Guy’s bow. The Donald is digging into Big Guy’s invisible past like a mole, and I even heard a rumor that he’s lining Bill Ayers up for next season’s Apprentice.
Butt it’s not all gloom and doom around here. Big Guy, looking for a budget ass to kick, landed foursquare on Boehner’s butt. And since the whole kerfuffle ran into the midnight hour, it also served to get the First Fam out of going to Williamsburg, which means we’ll get to go someplace more fun for our April vacay.
And it gave Big Guy the opportunity to take his victory lap for the cameras at the Lincoln Memorial yesterday.
Are you thinking “Rocky” too?
And over at Ms.NBC, we’ve finally found a new lover to take Olby’s place. Someone who will never question Big Guy’s decisions, dithering or his well considered KMAs. Someone who may even give Chrissy a run for number one suck-up: yes I’m talking about Lawrence “Liar, Liar, Lying Liar” O’Donnell. Yeah, I know Larry’s been on our lap all along, butt now he’s pulling out all the stops to own the #1 slot. Here he is in a paid political announcement, crying over the R-words attempt to defund and derail the Planned Parenthood abortion train. If we can train him to weep on cue, boy, I think that’s even better than tingles up your pants.
Butt by far the biggest news of the week: Beyonce has announced she’s joining Lady M’s Lets Move Campaign!
Unfortunately for Beyonce, I wasn’t there for the shoot to keep the static from lighting up her wighat. StaticGuard is your friend, girl. How many times do I have to tell these women?
OK, maybe not the whole problem, butt StaticGuard would help
Beyonce’s wighat static mimicking her boa feathered sleeves
I think it’s really nice of Beyonce to want to help with our historic No Childs’ Fat Behind initiative. She’s even reworking the lyrics and dance routines for a re-shooting of her video “Get Me Bodied.” I was glad to hear that she’s reworking the lyrics, because while I don’t really understand what they mean, I’m pretty sure they aren’t kid friendly, whether they have fat behinds or not.
"Get Me Bodied" [Verse 1:] Mission one I'ma put this on When he see me in the dress I'ma get me some (hey) Mission two Gotta make that call Tell him get the bottles poppin' when they play my song (hey) Mission three Got my three best friends Like we do it all the time we gonna do it again (hey) Mission four Got the vintage Rolls Drop a couple hundreds tell him leave it at the door [Pre-Chorus:] I ain't worried doing me tonight A little sweat ain't never hurt nobody While you all standin' on the wall I'm the one tonight Getting bodied, getting bodied, getting bodied, getting bodied Want my body Won't you get me bodied You want my body Won't you get me bodied (hey)
I looked up “Bodied” in the Urban Dictionary and found these two likely definitions:
#1: when one is at the state of mind where the actions and emotions are all over the place with no thought process, thus on the road to having a wonderful night. Usually involving alcohol or drugs
#2: To have one's body against yours intimately while dancing to an urban hiphop beat eg. Beyonce's Get Me Bodied
I report, you decide:
I really HOPE Beyonce isn’t planning to work Lady M into any of the dance routines though, we don’t need anymore seismic booty shaking around here do we? Haven’t those poor Japanese people suffered enough?
Big Guy’s feeling so cocky after last night’s victory that he has issued an executive order requiring everyone to henceforth pronounce the Speaker of the House’s name with a long “o” (that’s a little o, however.) Therefore:
Little Jack Boehner sat in the corner Eating his humble pie, He put in his thumb and pulled out a crumb And said "What a good boy am I!"
The great compromise budget for Fiscal 2011 has both the Dems and the R-words alternatively crowing (D’s) (R’s) and carping (D’s) (R’s)about it. Although I would think they’d both be ashamed to talk about their big “accomplishment” since it was due over 6 months ago and therefore is technically an “F.” And to be high-fiving a cut of $39 billion out of $1.5 trillion deficit – which is sort of like removing a toothpick from a giant Sequoia – seems a bit like excessive celebration.
“Republicans have achieved one major accomplishment. Not only did they force the first actual reductions in government spending in ages, but they have changed the political paradigm from whether to cut to how much and where to cut. That’s a pretty impressive victory for a party that only controls one chamber of Congress.”
If by “major accomplishment” you mean making sure Big Guy gets a boost in his poll numbers, and by “pretty impressive victory” you mean ensuring that this year’s National Cherry Festival isn’t cancelled.
Unfortunately, the big deal came so late that we had to cancel our shopping trip to Williamsburg. Which is OK I guess, as I don’t think anyone really wanted to go except me anyway. And maybe Granny R, who was looking forward to pointing out to the Wee Wons the places where America’s founding fathers invented slavery and imperialism.
So that leaves an open weekend for Lady M and Big Guy! We know what Big Guy will be doing:
Butt what do you suppose Lady M will be up to? Working in the Organic of Garden of Verses? Developing recipes for our upcoming Big White garden/cookbook?
Which reminds me, Lady M, at my suggestion is proceeding with her Supremacy Clause law suit against Robbin Gourley who stole Lady M’s idea for writing a book about the Big White Garden right from under her nose with her stupid book “First Garden.”
And she even included unauthorized likenesses of Lady M in her garden!
Unauthorized, and it doesn’t look anything like her
So we’re having Ricky Holder draw up legal briefs outlining the fact that the O’s have federal jurisdiction over just about everything, butt specifically over the Big White Organic Garden of Verses on which Lady M holds the copyright since she invented it herself. Therefore, having established our federal jurisdiction in this matter, we’ll be moving to implement the Supremacy clause, like we did in Arizona, in order to get a restraining order against Ms. Gourley, and confiscation of all royalties.
And while I’m certain that Ricky is a perfectly qualified constitutional law attorney (assuming he hasn’t given up his law license), he’s probably busy with a “bunch of other stuff” now that his Big Apple show trial deal with Court TV fell through.
I think Lady M will need some outside legal experts for her law suit. So I’m referring her to the same legal beagles I’m still trying to line up for my own Supremacy case against Dr. Laura Ingraham (even though neither of them have gotten back to me yet – I know they’re both very busy): Professor William Jacobson, my primary constitutional law expert at Le-gal In-sur-rec-tion, and Megyn Kelly – just because she seems to be willing to b**ch-slap just about anybody who deserves it. Although I understand Megyn’s on maternity leave again, so we may have to rely exclusively on Professor Jacobson for awhile.
Butt I think we definitely need a female on our team. Tweet me if you know of any good female constitutional law attorneys. Just remember, Dr. Laura Ingraham is probably not an option, since my litigation against her is still pending. I sure hope the statute of limitations doesn’t run out on my claim before I hear back from Professor Jacobson, and Megyn gets back from her second maternity leave.
Ladies, I’m here to tell you that there are always dangers lurking under the klieg lights, especially when you choose to wear sleeveless. Harsh lights cast harsh shadows.
Here we are at a meet and greet with military spouses on Wednesday, looking all lemon chiffony in our Rachel Roy breath of spring dress with it’s quilty metallic skirty. A lovely, and slightly surprising, selection for a morning tea.
The skirt’s a bit shorter than current fashion trends warrant, butt that’s because it’s from way back last June, when we wore it to the G-8/20 in Toronto. I rather liked the jacket and pearls: they seemed to make the dress look like it was…intended.
Butt enough frivolity. We have some real critical issues going on around the Big White this week.
You’re probably thinking: ah yes, the budget crisis and impending government shutdown. Well no, that’s not it. Actually, no one around here seems all that worried about the shutdown since the plan’s been in place since last year, and we’re pretty sure we can completely blame it on the R-words – they’re so unreasonable: “Deficit, deficit, deficit! Cut, cut, cut!” Whack jobs.
Our only problem in that department is that our “political advisors” are now carping that the optics of our family spring break weekend getaway to Colonial Williamsburg might look bad if the government is shut down. Hey, it’s not like Big Guy can do anything with the government on moth balls anyway!
Butt what really seems to have people agitated around here is Gaddafi’s letter to Big Guy. What’s up with that anyway?
“Our dear son, Excellency, Baraka Hussein Abu oumama, your intervention is the name of the U.S.A. is a must…”
“Despite all this you will always remain our son whatever happened. We still pray that you continue to be president of the U.S.A. We Endeavour and hope that you will gain victory in the new election campaigne.”
While Big Guy had his Secretary officially diss Muammar’s letter, I will tell you there’s been quite a bit of buzz around here about it. Some people (I’m not allowed to reveal names, butt you know who she is) think that this is just the last in a line of escalating threats intended to send Big Guy a message. First there was Louis Farrakhan, then Malik Zulu Shabazz, and now this, from Gaddafi. What do you think they know, and how do they know it?
The party that I’m not allowed to identify thinks that Muammar’s letter is a not so veiled message. There’s some concern that the crazy Libyan may not be so much crazy as wily. That maybe he really does know who Big Guy is. More importantly, he knows where he was born, and who - and what - his daddy was. And he has the Donald’s number on speed dial.
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Let’s zoom in for a closer look…
“Our dear son, Excellency, Baraka Hussein Abu oumama,”
If you thought things couldn’t possibly grow more curiouser around here, you know less about this regime than I thought you did.
Even so, who would have guessed that Big Guy’s first 2012 presidential endorsement would come from the Libyan dictator on whom we launched our first KMA? WTF?
Today, MOTUS humbly turns her little blog platform over for a Public Service Announcement - not brought to you by your government, butt by a very patriotic American who is unafraid to say what’s what. Allow me to introduce the venerable Ann Barnhardt, a true American, frighteningly (to some) intelligent, seriously brave, unyieldingly strong and not to be messed with woman from Colorado. I dare say she doesn’t take a lot of crap from anyone, least of all mealy mouthed, sackless political wonkers from Washington D.C.
Apparently she was a little cheezed off after watching Lindsey Graham on Face the Nation last Sunday. Let’s just say she found Lindsey’s gutless, ignorant, politically correct comments somewhat lacking in the, uh, nads department.
After listening to Graham, she spent 45 minutes writing the script for this video which she recorded and posted on her Youtube channel shortly thereafter. There are two parts. This is part one and you will probably want to watch the entire 9 minutes, 36 seconds of it at least twice before passing it on to everyone you know. CAUTION: MAY NOT BE ENTIRELY WORK FRIENDLY. While Ann is a devout Catholic cattle rancher, options trader/broker, and she doesn’t drop any F-bombs, she does call Lindsay the rear end of a donkey in no uncertain terms more than a few times. In the most charming way possible.
Watch here as she dusts the floor with Lindsey. I promise, you’ll feel better for it. For the first time in months you will see and hear the clear voice of America again. The long dry spell of mealy mouthed conciliatory sweet talk will be swept away by the voice of a real American, with passion and commitment and no concern what-so-ever for the politically correct pablum we’ve been fed through a drip tube for years. And dare I say, for the first time in a very long time you might actually feel something that feels a little bit like hope. Not the dope-hope of Obamaville, butt the real deal. And then you’re likely to ask yourself: why are all the focused firebrands in this country women these days? I don’t know, butt thank you Ann Barnhardt, for reminding us of how we used to feel, most of the time. And how we intend to feel again.
Here’s Part 2 of Ann’s Lindsay Graham takedown: The burning of the Koran, with bacon.
Ann torches the passages as she reads them, and explains why each deserves to be torched. (again, not workplace appropriate, even though the offensive passages are read verbatim from Islam’s most holy book: can you think of any passage from the Bible that you would have to post a workplace warning on? Me neither.)
Please God, send us more Ann Barnhardts so we might be able to smite our evil enemy. Islamic Fascists that is, not Lindsey Graham. Unless we have to.
Oh boy! Now we’re in it up to our proverbial ears. When Big Guy told his little people to “git’er done” he fully expected them to cut a deal with the R-words. In fact he was advised (badly, as usual) that they already had: cut a deal that is. So he called the boys to his office planning to announce a triumphant historic compromise that slashed our $3.8 trillion budget (with a $1.3 trillion deficit) by a whole $33 million.
But the mean old R-words want twice that, the greedy political ideologues.
...The gray line is where we were at the end of September 2010 ==> that's our target.
The blue line is the Obama administration's baseline budget. As you can see, it sails off into the stratosphere. This is the budget plan the Democrats are defending.
The teal line and red line are the Deficit Commission and Ryan's plan, respectively. The teal line makes it back to the gray line by the end of 2022. Ryan's plan? Well, you'll have to wait another 10 years...
...This is what the President and his crackerjack economic team have wrought. A one-year deficit that is so large that it can only be paid back if everything goes exactly right. And if everything goes exactly right, we're still looking at decades before we can get back to the debt level we had only 6 months ago.
Yikes! When you put it that way it almost makes Big Guy’s team seem irresponsible. And stupid. That’s not what we’re shooting for.
The weepubwicans said NO to Big Guy yesterday.
So instead of coming out to take a bow, Big Guy had to scramble fast and come up with a tongue lashing for the R-word demagogues. He said they were irresponsible and standing in the way of our Winning the Future. By the way, did you see our first historic WTF ad?
And apparently we can’t pass our 2012 budget for WTF until we get the 2011 budget hammered out. That’s a shame because we’ve got everything all planned out and taken care of with the 2012 budget. If we can just get it implemented:
Having emerged from the worst recession in generations, the President has put forward a plan to rebuild our economy and win the future by out-innovating, out-educating, and out-building our global competitors and creating the jobs and industries of tomorrow. But we cannot rebuild our economy and win the future if we pass on a mountain of debt to our children and grandchildren. We must restore fiscal responsibility, and reform our government to make it more effective, efficient, and open to the American people.
On to Lady M news: she’s pretty ticked off about being scooped on her own Big White Garden of Verses book scheduled to be released next year. Butt since there’s (apparently) nothing that we can do to the author and publisher – we ran it by Ricky’s Justice Department - we’re just going to suck it up and see what other ammunition we can use in retaliation.
I’m still unclear on what happens around here if the R-words refuse to act like adults, as Big Guy ordered them to, and there’s a government shutdown. The last time we had a shutdown, in 1995, Hil didn’t consider me “essential” so I got a nice furlough. Butt I’m not so sure with Lady M. She may consider my refractions more important than Hil did. MO’s become rather accustomed to my nose slimming and laugh line erasing capabilities. I’m not sure she’s willing to give them up just because of some silly old budget.
Improvements by MOTUS:
I’m feeling pretty confident about my status, since without me Lady M would be forced to make tough choices to allocate scarce federal resources to the areas critical to our Winning The Future youthful look: bridge slimming, teeth pulling and realignment, skin “tightening.”
None of this stuff is free unless you can do it with mirrors!
The President’s 2012 Budget is a responsible approach that puts the nation on a path to live within our means so we can invest in our future – by cutting wasteful spending and making tough choices on some things we cannot afford, while keeping the investments we need to grow the economy and create jobs. It targets scarce federal resources to the areas critical to winning the future: education, innovation, clean energy, and infrastructure. And it proposes to reform how Washington does business, putting more federal funding up for competition, cutting waste, and reorganizing government so that it better serves the American people.
So despite Ricky’s promise that KSM would be convicted in a fair and balanced show trial in New York, it now looks like Khalid Sheikh Mohammed et al will be tried by military tribunals at Gitmo after all.
“Do I know better than them? Yes. I respect their ability to disagree but they should respect that this is an executive branch function, a unique executive branch function,” Holder said in a press conference.
And in keeping with Big-Guy-and-his-little-people fashion, before blaming someone else (Congress, this time) Ricky first reminded us that he was the smartest guy in the room. In politics that’s called “having it both ways.” Anyway, he blamed the “mean old lawmakers” in Congress for not letting him have his trial in New York.
Most people think this about-face had to do with Big Guy having bigger fish to fry: WTF (Winning the Future) now that he’s officially kicked off his re-election campaign.
"I don't think it will be offensive at all when he's convicted and when the death penalty is applied to him,"
Which some considered “braggadocio and puffery to convince the American people they know what they are doing, but it will create all sorts of legal issues that the defense will rightly try to exploit."
Butt geeze, what are you supposed to do when you’re the smartest guys in the room, and your entire political ideology is based on “I know better than you?”
In other news Big Guy’s current, butt outgoing secretary, Hil met with Israeli president Shimon Peres yesterday
And Big Guy has found some time to squeeze Shimon into his busy schedule today, between meeting with Joey B on Libya, Boehner and Reid on our runaway budget, the CEO of the Millennium Challenge Corporation and the CEO of the Overseas Private Investment Corporation.
Can you believe how effective Big Guy is at multi-tasking world and domestic affairs? He deserves another 4 years to WTF.
Lady M continues to get in shape for the rigors of our campaign season:
Here’s our official campaign kickoff video. Or if you don’t have time to watch here’s the synopsis: “It begins with us” and “us” is a Hispanic woman from Nevada, a white guy from North Carolina, a slacker college kid anywhere, a white woman from Colorado and a black woman from Michigan. “WTF!”
Well, brunettes are fine, man Blondes are fun But, when it comes to getting the dirty job done, I'll take a red-headed woman, a red-headed woman. It takes a red-headed woman to get a dirty job done.
Samantha is Irish, as you probably know. Born in Dublin. Red (headed) as the day is long.
Butt let’s talk other qualifications for taking over the second most powerful position in the world:
Graduate of Yale and Harvard, which is almost as good as Columbia and Harvard, or Princeton and Harvard. So that makes her like, what, the 3rd smartest person on earth?
She began her career as a journalist (200 bonus points), wrote a book about genocide (150 points), is anti-Israel (500 points) worked on Big Guy’s campaign (250 points) where she met and married one of Big Guy’s favorite fellow radicals, Cass Sunstein (250 points),
and currently works as special assistant to Big Guy’s National Security Council and head of the Office of Multilateral Affairs and Human Rights; aka the office of pro-Palestinian/anti-Israeli affairs.
Men’s Vogue (and they would certainly know) called her a "Harvard brainiac who can boast both a Pulitzer Prize and a mean jump shot.” Replace “Pulitzer” with “Nobel” and we’ve got ourselves a female Big Guy! Except with a paper trail.
And I’ve heard many people commenting on how historic it would be if Big Guy does appoint Sam to take Hil’s job, (who may be leaving to spend more time with her campaign): it will mark the first time that both the the President and the Secretary of State are graduates of Harvard Law School, and, neither of them were born in the USA. (although I heard that last part from Donald Trump)
Sam is credited with being one of Big Guy’s Hen Hawks who talked him into intervening in Libya on humanitarian grounds (based on Sam’s book, which basically says that every act of genocide in the 20th century was America’s fault, due to our failure to intervene in a timely fashion). It’s probably a bit too soon to say for sure how that Libyan humanitarian KMA thing is working out. Although technically, it’s no longer our concern. We did what we could.
So no more talk about our red queen, we’ve already covered that.
Rice, Clinton, Power: Hen Hawk troika
If you’re a gambler, Sam might be a better bet than Big Guy’s brackets.
Ah, that little red-headed minsk minx!
I’m not sure Lady M is going to like having another woman around here who wears their underwear as outerwear.
Obama will start the campaign with a focus on fund-raising, with a goal to raise more than the $750 million collected in 2008... the $1 billion figure has been tossed around,
So Big Guy’s going to be very busy for the next two years. Which is why his little people will have to work on the federal budget.
Oh, and Big Guy’s weekend? Just great, thanks. Mother nature helped out and we managed to squeeze in that round of golf that I mentioned on Friday.
Off to the links
And Lady M? Last spotted hanging with Alex Ovechkin Captain of the Washington Capitals (that’s our hockey team in case the teeth weren’t a dead give away).
Don’t get excited. It’s not MO’s trial run at US-Russian diplomacy. Just a chance meeting at parent-teacher day at Sidwell Friends school on Friday.
Our new striped teeshirt from the Buster Brown collection
On our way to get an update on one of our little geniuses.
AND AN ABSOLUTELY POSITIVE “DO NOT MISS” LINK FROM TODAY: Clarice’s “The Unified Theory of Obama” at American Thinker. Where she raises the issue of the ear-to-ear scar, which in turn raises the question “What did they put in or take out of there?”
It’s Sunday, and I need a little R&R. So while I check into the day spa for a glass wax and realignment, I’d like to share some of the excellent R&R (research and reporting) done by some of the other intrepid bloggers in our ranks for link-around and open-thread Sunday. Multiple opportunities for snarking abound.
Obama was deliberately dealt a winning hand that included the queen of diamonds — and Hillary folded. But as she pushed away from the table, she was mollified with the promise of campaign debt payoff help and the SecState post, a position with which the canny and wily HRC has since used to clobber Obama re: Libya.
ROSE: This White House is very much an intellectual hothouse. BROOKS: Intellectual power. ROSE: The self-confidence and the intelligence. BROOKS: There are certain intellects which are like fluorescent, and the president is one of them.
If by “fluorescent” you mean “curly fry.”
And here are her bagels: who wouldn’t order a dozen of these beauties for Sunday brunch? Unfortunately, she doesn’t have overnight delivery available.
You may recall that D’Escoto is the guy who said Fidel Castro is a saint, hugs Ahmanidenajad like a long-lost child, and doesn’t want mass-murderer Sudanese President Omar Hassan al-Bashir busted because it would be “racist.” He fits right in at the UN.
Also, because it is Sunday and we should spend a little time reflecting on how we all got here and who started this nasty mess in the first place, Adrienne’s Corner sheds some light: What Went Wrong with the American Experiment and When? And she welcomes audience participation!
Next are public sector unions. Until the1950's, they were largely illegal. The first U.S. state to permit collective bargaining by public employees was Wisconsin, in 1959. Why am I not surprised? That was the beginning of public sector unions gouging taxpayers for higher and higher wages and benefits, while union bosses began donating the bulk of their contributions to democrats who would ensure that the gravy train would keep chugging along, making it hard, if not impossible, for the average person to have a legitimate say in elections.
Chickaboomer demonstrates why the Lame Stream Media is referred to as “lame.” Her pic of the Ire of Knut sums it up nicely.
And just because we never tire of another tribute to our World Famous Fashion Icon and Busy Mom™ Cripes offers up this analysis of Lady M’s new stylist:
I'm not saying she's got the Little Eye here but I am saying she seems to be looking in two different directions at once
Mary Oh So Contrary has commentary and a phonics lesson on why Big Guy sometimes hissssessss like a snake:
Some blush; Pinocchio had that nose growing issue; but when Chairman Obama really starts dishing the whoppers (lies…not the burger of the same name that Me!chelle does not approve of) the ‘sss’ hiss grows…the bigger the lie…the longer the hiss.
So Farrakhan joins the collection of skeletons in Barack's closet, a veritable Star Wars cantina of freaks, Communists and anti-American kooks. From Bill Ayers, Bernardine Dohrn, Jeremiah Wright, "Father" Pfleger, Van Jones, Imam Hassan Qazwini, Susan Power, Anita Dunn and a host of other crackpots we'll likely never know about.
And Retriever has an excellent movie recommendation for next Friday night: Escanaba in da Moonlight although you may have to be either a Mid-westerner or a Sarah Palin fan to completely enjoy it.
Touched With Fire has found something else that George W Bush can be blamed for (scroll down to March 27 post):
Joyce seems to stop just short of blaming Bush for her husband's death, since this description comes in the scene that has him hunched over the kitchen table the morning he took ill, surrounded by his newspapers and magazines: the implication--distress over Bush knocked out his immune system and put him at risk for the pneumonia that killed him.
And Barbara at Mommylife wonders why so many women dress their young daughters like prostitutes (trust me, no good will come from that. They’ll just grow up to dress like grownup prostitutes.)
"Why," asks Jennifer Moses in The Wall Street Journal, "do so many of us not only permit our teenage daughters to dress like this - like prostitutes, if we're being honest with ourselves - but pay for them to do it with our Amex cards?" The answer indicts a generation of mothers who grew up as the most liberated generation in history and are only now having second thoughts over what they want for their daughters.
SondraK of Sondrakistan finally located the true spirit of anarchy that seems to elude today’s “yoots” who enjoy using it’s name in vain:
Speaking Truth to Fashion needs some help understanding why Lady M’s pinky is perpetually attending a tea party:
What the heck is it with that darn pinky on Moo Cow's left hoof?
For the first time EVAH, President Obama has consented to receive an award in a closed door, no press ceremony.
Gee, it’s as if he was ashamed of it, or something.
Granny Jan has recently located Big Guy’s halo, which has been missing and/or under wraps for awhile: Glowbama
Another of our resident artistes, RP Free Speech, sends you some beautiful Digital Abstractions, for distraction from A Thousand Words. Cuz we need it.
And last, butt not least, by any means, a public service announcement from Big Fur Hat at iOTW for any of you who are Apple-bots: I Am Currently On Hold With Apple Care, in which he demonstrates the danger of schlocky products included with an expensive computer.
So that’s it for today. I hope you enjoy the linkys from this awesome compendium of awesome bloggers. I am in awe. Everyone, take a bow.
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