Don’t mind all the cars out front, they’re stolen.
When down in the basement there arose such a clatter, the gray lab coats at Blaska Policy Werkes awoke to see what was the matter. What to their wondrous eyes did appear, but Ol’ Sparky, their Eisenhower-era mainframe contraption. It was whirring and blinking, it’s four-cylinder engine a’ smoking. Then with a mighty heave, Sparky spat out this punch card for all to believe:
Thanks for reading our short-circuited brain synapses all these years. Our analyst says it is good therapy. The head groundskeeper started this blogge in December 2016. We have inflicted 1,467 posts on an unwary public. (In roughly four years, that comes out to a blog a day!) We’ve been denounced by all the best people. Our electronic bursts have elicited 27,762 comments (24,096 from Gotch alone). Now, if you don’t mind (or even if you do) the indentured servants have loaded the groaning board with a 12-pound turkey rubbed with herbs and butter, dressing and mountains of mashed taters running with rivulets of volcanic gravy, green bean/mushroom soup casserole (food of the gods!), Wisconsin cranberries on the side — tart as a spinster school marm!
Blaska’s Bottom Line: Yeah, it’s been a rough year but nothing a slice of punkin pie (more Kool Whip, please) and a few glasses of bubbly won’t fix. Number One Son, the Lovely Lisa and your dyspeptic host are still functioning at a fairly high level. Stock market is up, vaccines are on the way, fair judges on the bench, no more wars, socialism at bay.
Thank you all and to all a good night! Now get the hell out of here!