As long-time Scissorheads know, Mock, Paper, Scissors started as a craft-DIY blog, and it become a primal scream during the Chimpy McStagger reign of error. A snarky, primal scream, that is. The best part of this, of course, is that you, the internets band of incorrigible spitballers®, have joined in the screaming.
There is no doubt in my mind that the best, smartest, funniest, snarkiest people in the blogosphere comment here. And at the same time, there are no kinder, gentler people than the Scissorheads. We would give a hand to a leper, we’ve helped to feed the hungry, we’ve sent letters to the powerful to beg them to show mercy to the powerless. From Hurricane Sandy to the 2012 Goat Rodeo, the various gun massacres, and now as we slide down the Fiscal Bunny Slope (with apologies to those who will have a real, devastating impact now that the GOP has flung the last cinderblock onto the highway for the year and walked away from their mess again), we have used our voices well this year.
I’m constantly amazed and amused by your comments, the thoughtfulness of the discussion, and the wit displayed; the outraged indignation of good Scissorheads when the pandering and pontificating poltroons, fetus-fondlers, and god-botherers fling poo at us, it makes the time and attention it takes to keep the MPS machine running all worthwhile. It is an honor and a pleasure to have you spend some of your precious time here.
From the bottom of my toes to the tip of my nose, I want to thank every one of you by name — but I’m afraid I would leave someone out. Just know that I always liked you best.
As always, I leave you with what I think of as our song: