There goes Fenway again, looking for all the world like Satchmo. I swear to God that dog is morphing into Satch; although I can see Beckham’s got front row seating in the whatever they’re begging/hoping for dept. – which speaks volumes about the pecking order – and I’m sure that’s not Obama, but some silly dog treat, knowing dogs as I do…

A dog would throw an entire election for a biscuit.

That is Satchmo.

I have got to get you a scorecard, Lesley.

But all is made good by the hotness that is Willem Dafoe in vinyl overalls. “I’ll be comin’ fer her! And I’ll be comin’ fer you too!”

also, the majesty of your pups is undisputed – even if one or more is currently chewing on a cushion edge.

Those are my beautiful boys….past and present.

TBOGG:

I was walking down the halls of Clairemont High School when we heard that Kennedy was shot. It was November 22, my father’s birthday. He came home from work as white as a sheet. He was a WWII vet, and my mother was WWII vet (WAACs).

They both went to UCLA on the GI bill..with 3 kids and part-time jobs. They never voted for a Republican. And my mother, a product of the South is PROUDLY voting for Barack Obama because she is a DEMOCRAT who believes in Democratic ideals. You either believe in Will Rogers’ common man and ideals or you don’t. White skin does not give your kids food or shelter or education or a good future…ideals and politics and Democrats do. Republicans will never figure that out.

I can honestly say that no candidate in all my voting life of 14 years has brought tears to my eyes … until now.

http://andrewsullivan.theatlan…..nning.html

Obama has made me believe that this long national nightmare of hate, lies, and slander – of making brother turn against brother – might finally be over.

I voted 3 weeks ago absentee ballot (I’m across the pond in LimeyLand) and I’ve never felt so fiercely proud to be a Democrat and an American.

and let’s hope this is the first of many glorious ledes today:

DIXVILLE NOTCH, N.H. – Barack Obama came up a big winner in the presidential race in Dixville Notch and Hart’s Location, N.H., where tradition of having the first Election Day ballots tallied lives on.

Third grade. Miss Qualiatto’s class at PB Elementary. She was handed a note, went behind her desk, said a prayer and then sent us all home.

The post title sounded a bit wrong to me, and IMDB informed me that the British title was ‘The Goalkeeper’s Fear of the Penalty’.

Anyway, to the tune of ‘John Brown’s Body’:

Where was the goalie when the ball was in the net? (x3)
He was knocking on the shithouse door…

At least with a colonoscopy you get good drugs.

Thank you. What a great post.

And thank you, Tbogg, for my bassett fix. It’s like I got my reward early. [I did walk-in voting last week. So easy!!]

It’s 5 am here. OTOH, we should know Mainland results by late afternoon.

H/t to the L&TCasey. Can you add “politically aware” to those initials?

Have a great day, everyone.

For some, there is that giddy and delightfully childlike, “Santa Claus is coming!!” excitement. For others there is this sense of anxiety as if, instead of voting tomorrow, they have a root canal scheduled concurrent with a colonoscopy.

The Mrs is the former, and I’m the latter.

Although I put my anxiety into a sport metaphor:

I’d love to be optimistic, but I’m a Chiefs fan … which means I’m wating for a my team’s tendency to blow it, mixed with a bit of pathetically piss-poor officiating, all put together to make a tragic, heart-wrenching loss.

Myabe it’ll be different this time. But until it’s over, I won’t believe it.

(OT: I’d appreciate it of either tbogg or Mrs Tbogg would send me an email — we’re getting ready to make our annual contribution to a local no-kill animal shelter [Wayside Waifs here in KC], and want to do so in Satchmo’s name. Just need an email where they can send the “Thnaks for the Donation” card. Thanks!)

Nothing wrong with liking a film that climaxes in a sledgehammer duel with Willem Dafoe.

Dogggggzzzzz!!!!!

“Deer Ceiling Cat, we prayz for gud elecshun…”

Good boys.

Now I have a Tom Petty brain virus (”The Waiiii-aaiii-ting Is The Hardest Part…”), but there are worse fates. I’m afraid to even type them.

Ah, yes, Stoney Jackson on lead with Robert Townsend and Mykelti Williamson doing backup.

My very staunch, Republican, Hoosier parents voted Obama! My dad, a community organizer, and my mom, who’s seen her share of hard times (believe me) may have finally become enlightened, due to finally seeing reality – they’re in their 70s. But I’m convinced that they couldn’t hold out under the onslaught of TBogg’s boys and Stevo’s (sorry if that’s misspelled) Bassets for Obama. Gives new meaning to “Who’s a Good Dog? You Are, You Are,” to all the bassets. Biscuits on me all around.