It will occur on Christmas Eve at Zero-Dark-Thirty.

In the dead of Thursday night.

Gosh, really? Why might that possibly be? you could ask.

From Reuters:

The government posted a record $1.4 trillion deficit in the fiscal year ended September 30 and is on track this year to spend at least $1 trillion more than it collects.

Oh. And yes. As even Drudge isn’t reporting: ObamaKare will come up for a vote that same night. In the dead of night. Christmas Eve.

My guess: all the Demorats will be there. Any Republicans?

We’ll see. We’ll see.

Wordsmith recently pointed out to me, and correctly, that every Republican has voted down ObamaKare in the Senate.

That may be true.

But I would expect MORE out of alleged “Conservatives.” Where is the OUTRAGE? Where is the VEHEMENCE? Where is the ANGER? Oh no. The GOP is too worried about offending anyone. Oh gosh, that we should torque-off even ONE so-called “moderate.”

And Obama is guaranteeing we shall be ever more (quoth the raven) in debt.

The proverbial well — in political terms — is now permanently poisoned. If there were ever a rift between the two parties, it is now forever immured in stone.

Bipartisanship? KILLED by the Demorats. All of them. Lieberman. Nelson. Landrieu. And more of them lining up undercover for their own back door handouts.

They’re just pissed they didn’t think of “holding out” first.

Even Rush Limbaugh, yes, a Conservative but an historical major carrier of Republican Water — even he said on Tuesday that perhaps it’s time to “withhold the consent of being governed.”

I have never. NEVER. Heard Mr Limbaugh resort to this base tactic.

I’ve said before and I’ll say it now: this country is in for a major change.

Some major revolution.

And I’ll wager it won’t be what you envision or want.

Dearest BZ Readers:

I have been solicited by 25 + recent e-mails now in the past two weeks alone (perhaps a pitiful amount, compared to others) to host various advertising concerns on my blog.

I just now had a pithy (or was it pissy) exchange between someone who, out of the blue, wanted me to advertise or write something about a competition for jewelry or somesuch. I’m sure she’s a nice person but, truthfully, you never know who you meet on the net unless you’ve established some sort of relationship or trust pattern in time. And with my country looking to jail my ass in contravention of various laws concerning blogs and advertising — well, I’m just not going there. Call me stupid or ignorant, whatever, but my job is not to trust someone who “cold e-mails” me.

Blogger itself, for example, contains a separate tab labeled “MONETIZE.” This tab wants me to sign up for an AdSense account.

Nope. Sorry. Won’t do it. Wouldn’t be prudent.

Yes, of course, I do have a “BZ Shops Here” heading under my blogrolls. But that’s because, oddly enough, I shop those places and would recommend them. I have actually used products from those places. But I haven’t received a dime from them.

I’ve turned down other concerns, and I’ll turn down the rest.

This is not my Life; my blog is my hobby.

When I finally retire in the next year or a few subsequent years, I may in fact consider ads on my blog. And, then, if I do — I’ll make it abundantly clear to those who read me. And I’ll operate within the law.

Until then: no. Sorry. No ads.

My feeling is this: if you’re taking actual time out of your hectic day to read me — and there are only so many blogs and so many URLs you can visit with your limited time — then I’m just happy as hell that you deigned to visit my winky little piece of the Blogosphere.

I’m delighted that you visit and read me. I am grateful for each and every visit.

So, while you’re here — I’m not going to use you.

The site is:

“Let’s Say Thanks” in support of our troops.

How about we flood our wonderful military people with cards, dear readers?

Thanks, God bless you, and Merry Christmas!

The Demorats have their 60 Senate votes.

The threats worked.

Nelson, the “60th Vote,” on Sunday:

And who said disgusting, obscene tactics don’t work?  At least the Demorats are strong enough to use them.  The Republicans consist, these days, of unorganized, unaligned, quivering pansies.