On Press the Meat today, it’s a visit from Pickles Bush, on to offer her take on Thorazine, smiling like Carol Burnet’s “Nora Desmond,” and other tips on being a good little Republican wife. Also, it’s Afghanistan’s Ambassador to the United States, Said Jawad and Ted Turner.

Faze the Nation apparently gave their web guy the weekend off.

On Fux News Sunday, Weaselface Wallace has l’il Lindsey Graham, Claire McCaskill, and one of the Senate’s biggest scumbags (and that’s saying a lot), Saxby Chambliss. Plus the usual fuxheads, of course.

At the Goebbels network, George Snufalufagus has Husain Haqqani, Pakistan’s Ambassador to the United States, on to say “no we di’int,” plus Senators Jack Reed and Dick Lugar. Then, at the roundtable, it’s George :jerk: Will, Dickface Matt Dowd, political mastermind Donna Brazile, and former Pentagon spokebitch, Torie Clarke.

Later, on 60 Minutes, Michael Phelps tells Anderson Cooper what it’s like to be an Olympic Champion, and perhaps one of the worst actors ever, Lara Logan talks to Monica Brown, who won the Silver Star for saving two wounded men during a firefight when she was only 18 years old, and Steve Kroft does a story on online poker.

Shit, back to work tomorrow. I predict one long damn week. Have good one.

Once again it is Saturday and we get to recover a bit from the Thanksgiving relatives and food. And, that will take some recovering.

Meanwhile, an old and predictable scene is playing out at my house. We bought a new HDTV. It isn’t a huge one but it replaces a tube TV, which can only be described as having a very fat behind. It is also too heavy for only one man to move and I am no help in that endeavor. Hubby, as always, promised that he will dispose of old fatso at the dump, where there is a shed for no longer wanted but none the less usable stuff. But, he is conflicted. Throwing working things out is a sin. And so, old fatso is presently taking up valuable space on the bedroom floor.

He wants to give it away, but no one wants it. We will argue. We will trip over it. It will be an unused reminder of our place in this disposable society. Maybe it will be moved to the basement where it will be in his way and will keep company with other unwanted but possibly usable stuff, cramming that space and making the space itself useless. Eventually, of course, it will make its way to the dump, but by then it will be so old that there will be no chance that someone else will take it.

On this Thanksgiving weekend I am thankful for many things, family, friends, blogs and a new president among them. Old fatso, however, does not make the list.

Uh oh, little granddaughter who is visiting, is awake and wants breakfast and attention which she is very good at getting.

Gotta get going. Have a good one!

Hey, shouldn’t you be out buying useless crap from China that you don’t need? I have no idea why anybody would fight the crowds when you can throw you money away from the privacy of your own home in the Internet. Speaking of which, do UPS and DHL deliver today? My new showshoes and “Dead Space” have made it to town. One for if we get snow, and one for if we don’t.

Oops, gotta go. There’s a Blue Light Special in aisle #3.

I don’t have a whole helluva lot to say today, except that, like most people, I have a lot to be thankful for today. And – also probably like most people – I spend way too much time bitching about shit that for the most part doesn’t matter, and not enough time being grateful for the shit that does.

So I’ll just wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving for you and yours, and thanks so much for having become a part of my life. Have a good day, y’all.

I had a dream last night that Barack Obama was riding into a small Western town on a horse. In the town, the people were preparing to welcome their new president by presenting him with a laurel, and hearty handshake. Problem is, they didn’t realize he was black, except for this Gabby Hayes-looking guy up on a rooftop with a spyglass, speaking authentic frontier gibberish (I think it was dubya wearing a fake beard). He saw Obama approaching, and was trying to yell out, “the President’s a n…” but the town’s church bell kept ringing, and they thought he was saying, “the President’s a-comin’!”

Then I woke up, and my bed was filled with Howard Johnson’s ice cream.

So I guess President Obama won’t be wanting me to work in his administration. Not that I’ve heard back from him since I filled out his ‘long form’ application. Apparently there’s an even longer form required for aspiring Obamites, who are expected to provide an unprecedented amount of information.

In 63 questions over seven pages, prospective White House employees are being asked — in addition to questions about finances, gun ownership and, possibly, flossing habits — to list “all aliases or ‘handles’ you have used to communicate on the Internet,” everything they’ve written, “including, but not limited to, any posts or comments on blogs or other websites,” links to their Facebook or MySpace pages and any potentially embarrassing “electronic communication, including but not limited to an email, text message or instant message.”

Oy. Why not add Google image searches and web browsing history to the list, too?

Well, sorry ‘O’ but I don’t think I’d be willing to do all that. It’s not like I’ve been palin’ around with terrorists or have some wacko former preacher of mine on videotape screaming ‘God damn America,’ (sometimes it pays to be a godless heathen) but you can kiss my ass if you think I’m going to list every ‘potentially embarrassing’ freakin’ e-mail and text message I’ve ever written.

I pretty much only have one online ‘persona,’ and I’m pretty sure all you’d have to do is spend a couple minutes poking around this blog to find some disqualifying thought crime. Lots of them, no doubt (I do have a tendency to say ‘fuck’ on occasion, which ought to do it right there). Hell, my baby photo alone is probably enough to keep me out of your inner circle.

I guess I’m not too surprised, what with Obama ‘caving’ on FISA and Teleco immunity (although, in retrospect, it doesn’t look so much like caving on principles as much as clarifying them).

Too bad, too, since the NY State Comptroller is predicting a loss of as many as 225,000 private sector jobs here (175,000 in NY City, but we’ve lost so many jobs upstate over the years that I don’t know where another 50,000 will come from), which translates into a huge loss of tax revenue, which aint good for those of us in the public sector. So I coulda used that job as your Telecom Czar there, Barack, and I dare day I’d have been a good fit, too.

Except I reckon I’m way too Liberal for you.

Another day, another bailout. This time taxpayers are chipping in $320 billion or so to save Citigroup. Not the auto industry, of course, because it’s the goddamn unions that killed the auto industry. Banks, though, they’re the bastion of god-fearing, anti-union Republicans, so we need to keep them up and running. Besides, high unemployment keeps labor costs low, and that’s good for everybody, right? Except, I dunno who’s gonna buy all this crap from China if nobody’s working, but then I’m not an economics expert. Fortunately, it looks like the rich folks might get to keep their Bush tax cuts – for a while, at least. That’s good. I’d hate to stop getting trickled down on.

On Press the Meat today, it’s the man who helped give us eight years of dubya, James Baker, former Clinton Commerce Secretary and Obama transition adviser William Daley. Then Joe Lieberman will be on to talk shit about Obama and taunt the spineless Democrats in the Senate. Plus a roundtable withh financial ‘expert’ Erin Burnett, former WSJ hack Paull Ingrassia, the WaPost’s Eugene Robinson, and Chuck Todd.

On Faze the Nation, it’s Nancy Pelosi and Obama Chief Economic Adviser Austan Goolsbee.

On Fux News Sunday, Weaselface Wallace has Obama senior adviser David Axelrod, Steny Hoyer, and Papa John Boehner, along with the usual fuxheads.

Axelrod also trots on over to the Goebbels network to chat with George Snufalufagus, who also has dickhead Alabama cracker Richard Shelby and NY’s Chuck Schumer.

CNN’s Late Emission consists of Michigan Gov. Jennifer Granholm, famous male model Mitt Romney, Carl Levin, wingnut Texas Senator Kay Bailey Hutchison, famous son of a rich guy, Steve Forbes, famous friend of MS, Robert Reich, and washed up losers Ed Rollins and James “cupie doll: Carville.

Later, on 60 Minutes, Scott Pelley investigates an assault ever on a facility containing weapons-grade uranium (still-unsolved), Bob Simon reports on foreign-born widows of US citizens (and their US born kids) being “asked” to leave the country because their husbands died, and Lesley Stahl catches up with blind and mentally impaired musical savant Rex Lewis-Clack.

Even later than that, it’s the season finale of True Blood on HBO.

Have a good one folks, ‘cuz it’s back to work (for me, anyway) tomorrow. At least it’s a short week.

It has been 45 years.

There is not enough one can say about this day if you are my age and were in the US in 1963. I was 11-1/2 at the time. Nothing much bad had ever happened to me as things went back then. Shortly after I was born we went into the eight Eisenhower years. When JFK was elected it was like all was great in the world. Not that the Ike years were so bad in retrospect but it seemed like we were moving into a whole new direction, the future, full of optimism.

Suddenly on one crisp, sunny autumn afternoon it all ended and everything changed. My sweet little innocent world was altered forever. Hell, two days later I saw the suspected ‘assassin’ gunned down on live TV. It was all cruel doses of reality delivered before I got through my ‘wonder years’.

For better or worse, I never really got over it.

Another crappy day on Wall St. yesterday (so, what else is new). Norm Coleman is hanging on to his lead in the MN Senate recount, ahead by 136 votes with 46% recounted. Both have challenged about the same number of ballots, which, from what I’ve read, will mostly all be counted given the standard in MN is the ‘intent of the voter’ (as it should be).

Here, we’ve got a couple of inches of snow on the ground, with more expected today and tonight (all weekend, really). Depending on how the wind blows, we could wake up to anywhere from a couple of inches to more than a foot by tomorrow morning. So, it looks like I’d better figure out where the shovel is, ‘cuz Granny’s gonna need it.

At least it’s Friday, finally.