In Which I Cheer on Mike Turner

Yes, folks, all it takes is to be a loyal reader of Tiny Cat Pants and I will recount your exploits to the people in my office and then on the internet as if they are great victories for humanity. I will still get pissed at you on occasion, but I will cheer for you when you deserve it.

And today, Mike Turner deserves it. You may remember that we can’t have nice things in Tennessee because of Susan Lynn and her 10th Amendment fetish and now she’s threatening to write into our state constitution a law that would let Tennessee declare any federal law it wants null and void. I will wait here while you finish laughing.

Done? Okay, and this is in an effort to, and I am not even making this up, keep Tennesseans from participating in the upcoming healthcare reform.  Lynn is saying “Voters, I want to make it so the Federal Government will take your tax dollars and use it to implement healthcare reform in every other state but ours. I want to forbid them from using your tax money in your own state.” Ha, unless her next act is to encourage the citizens of Tennessee to stop paying our federal income tax? I don’t know. But it’s hilarious.

So, anyway, in response to this, Turner responds thusly:

“Susan Lynn is yearning for times gone by,” Turner said. “Maybe we could put the poor people back to sharecropping and slavery and let the people up at the big house have all the nice things. We’ve already had that fight about states’ rights.

“I’m probably against everything that Susan Lynn’s for. I know people in her district without health care insurance. I know people in her district without jobs. These people are suffering. I’m just not sure she lives in the same world as everybody else.”

Lynn responded, “I can’t even imagine that’s a serious comment.”

Right. Her desire to nullify laws she doesn’t like through the magic of the 10th Amendment is serious, but she can’t imagine Turner is serious? Hilarious.

Seriously, when I think that some of y’all don’t get to have this much fun watching these clowns do their acts, I feel bad for you.

Oh, Afghans

The jewel-tone afghan has hit the time-consuming part. The first half goes rather quickly because you’re switching colors so often, but by the time you get out as far as I’m out, it takes a while to get each color done. I’m still very pleased with how it’s turning out, though, and I mean to have pictures of it sooner or later. It’s been a long time since I’ve made something and been all “Holy shit, that’s cool” about it, so I’m excited to see how it comes together and I’m definitely learning things for the next time I make one.

I was considering having some kind of Post Secret/Post Politics mashup contest for the contest afghan, but I think that’s unfair to my non-Tennessean readers. So, I think what I’ll do, when the time comes, when there’s an afghan to have a contest over, is just let people enter by commenting on the appropriate post and then we’ll just randomly generate a number and the commenter at that number will win. I think I’m settling on a vertical stripe, but maybe squares. I’d LOVE to do this afghan, but I’m very nervous about whether I can do those medallions.  Plus, I already bought yarn for stripes. Still, damn, that’s beautiful. Maybe I’ll work on it after the contest afghan, just to see if I can do it.

In other afghan news, half of the babies I made afghans for are in the NICU and, while everything is going well, I am still fretting and would appreciate if you could keep those two girls in your thoughts–Allison and Cecelia. Thanks.

Ha, it’s like a church bulletin there at the end of this post but without the hymns we can all sing in unison.

Okay, I found one we can sing as we think uplifting thoughts for the little sisters.

Into the Dining Room!

The new kitty just took her first step into the dining room. She then fled back into the kitchen, through the back room, and back into the Butcher’s bedroom.

But I take it as a good sign that boredom and curiosity are slowly starting to outweigh fear.