Tag: Pooties

Some funny pics to brighten everyone’s evening.  Please add your own (original or, um, borrowed) images in the comments.

The Pony Party is an Open Thread.  Please Do Not Rec the party.

There’s a Kossack who lives in my small city.  Well, another one besides me.

I dedicate this to her.  She loves small critters, so I am inviting any other small-critter-lovin’ folks to please join us in a celebration.

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The Pony Party is an Open Thread.  Do not REC the party!

The kids in my classroom don’t remember the Cold War, most of them having been born after the fall of the Berlin Wall.  The only enemy they’ve ever known are a few tens of thousands of religious fanatics; they don’t remember the days when entire nation-states aimed nuclear missiles at one another in pursuit of foreign policy goals that extended past the 24-hour news cycle.  This makes it hard to explain that the threat posed by the Soviet bloc was the type that could cause a country to do some pretty extreme things to “protect” itself – not that it rose to the sort of “terrorists made me do it” waterboarding that we see today, but back in the heady days of the Iron Curtain, for example, the thought of surgically implanting a live cat with eavesdropping equipment wasn’t considered outside the realm of ethical behavior.

Join me, if you will, in the Cave of the Moonbat, where tonight we’ll take a short romp through the CIA’s litter box of secrets.  Among the “presents” we’ll unearth:  a Frankensteinish feline, paranoia-induced stupidity not equaled until recent times, and $20 million turd of an idea.

Ek said we have to have pooties. It’s time this blog got serious.

Feral cat warming itself on a spotlight at Trajan’s Markets on a frigid winter afternoon.