I was casting around this morning for some appropriate socialist content to post on International Workers Day, but May Day 2016 seems light on revolutionary news.
So instead, here’s the latest edition of Radio Free Dogpatch, in which the proletariat (portrayed by Mister Boo) is oppressed by his bladder.
And remember, kids: When you’re smashing the State, don’t forget to keep a smile on your lips, a song in your heart, and a mop within reach.
Useful links
• Manzano Animal Clinic, which did the surgery.
• The New Orleans Jazz Festival, which did not.
• Elvis Costello. This Elvis has mos def not left the building.
• Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons. Good God, are they still at it?
• Recipes: None worth mentioning this week. Whenever Herself hits the road, I generally give myself a break from semi-elaborate cookery.
Mad Blog Media 
All hail the Worker’s State, blah, blah, argle-bargle….
I see the Communist Party USA is still soldiering along out there along the barricades. They’ve abandoned all hope of violent socialist upheaval, though, apparently having become confused over just when the State is supposed to wither away.
Well, President Obama did call Bernie comrade last night.
I saw that, in the NYT. I guess Larry Gilmore’s act at the Beltway Bloviators’ Bar-B-Que & Circle Jerk is drawing mixed reviews. Talk about a roomful of folks who don’t deserve the night off. Jesus wept.
if you haven’t seen Jersey Boys…..well worth it!
Herself agrees with you, JD. She caught the live show in Vegas during Herself the Elder’s 80th birthday.
Sent this link today to my big time tea partier friend:
Happy Beltane to all!
O, you are a cruel, cruel man. Well done, comrade.
Still think Bob Mionske’s book cover has a passing resemblance.
Workers of the world unite to pay Patrick’s vet bill.
Hope the Boo man is doing better now and will soon be adding his “P” mail to the neighborhood network.
We must remember that Sandy and Herself are toting that bale and lifting that barge…..whatever, they are working. But, I’m also thinking road trip, and not around the block. I need to move and get some miles in my legs. Then, like this fall maybe, a two wheel road trip. Sierra Vista or Tucson to Duke City, or vice versa? Two Sagas and a Long Haul Trucker, plus any other poor souls who care to come along. I think Khal and I can drink your grog portion so that none goes to waste when the sun goes down. Say 50 miles a day or so, and motels/hotels for the overnights?
Pat, that sounds like a good time. I need miles, too (not many of those lately), and fall is always a good time for that sort of thing.
The Boo has graduated from wearing The Cone of Shame to a belly-band with an absorbent pad inside (looks like the jams Hobbes favored in “Calvin & Hobbes”). Little pisser managed to irritate his wee-wee somehow, but he’s making progress, albeit slowly.
Reminds me of when the Duffy scratched up a bad hot spot. We taped baby socks on his back feet until the spot healed. He was not amused. We now know what to look for and treat them quickly.
Delicate little flowers they are. Or maybe not. I might be peeing the bed too if I’d undergone all the knifework the Boo has enjoyed.
They felt the “Bern” in Indiana. Maybe I should send him another sumptin?