How often do they talk to you?

Remember that mystery missile?  Colleen Thomas has the lowdown.  And she’s available for your next cocktail party.


Another one who could be better than the first one.

I feel privileged to have been able to watch Barry Sanders run at least two times per year during his tenure with the Detroit Lions.  I’ve never – ever – seen anyone run the ball like Barry Sanders.

But I just saw a piece on ESPN’s Game Day featuring Barry Sanders JUNIOR. He’s bigger than Dad. He’s faster than Dad. Best of all, he has Dad’s field vision that makes defensive players whiff and fans shake their collective heads in amazement. And he’s only a junior in high school.

I hope and pray he stays healthy, chooses a good college and does well in the classroom and on the field. And if that all happens, please God, let an NFC North team draft him into the NFL.


A little earlier, a little crazier

OK.  It’s time for a holiday armistice.  Stores can’t open until 7am. That’ll help eliminate the cranky Moms and Dads bitching at their kids by noon the day after Thanksgiving.  PPenn heard it :  “Just stop it! I’ve been up since 2am and I’ve had enough!”  How about the festive woman in Middleton who decided to cut in line at Toys R Us.  Her shopping money became bail money.  Glad to know she’s on the loose, behind schedule and even MORE pissed off.

AMBER ARNOLD – For the State Journal

Thank God for the farmer from Richland Center. Maybe we all could learn a little from people like Bill Troxel who haven’t forgotten the reason for the season.

Deer Camp Controversy: Venison vs. beef

Every year the debate flares up.  Venison vs. beef.  Each has its place in my palate. Cooked correctly, I doubt you could tell the difference.  And now – there’s scientific evidence to that fact.

Venison vs. Beef: The controversy ends 

From the U.S. Venison Council 

Controversy has long raged about the relative quality and taste of venison and beef as gourmet foods. Some people say venison is tough, with a strong “wild” taste. Others insist venison’s flavor is delicate. An independent food research group was retained by the Venison Council to conduct a taste test to determine the truth of these conflicting assertions once and for all. First, a Grade A Choice Holstein steer was chased into a swamp a mile and a half from a road and shot several times. After some of the entrails were removed, the carcass was dragged back over rocks and logs, and through mud and dust to the road. It was then thrown into the back of a pickup truck and driven through rain and snow for 100 miles before being hung out in the sun for a day. 

It was then lugged into a garage where it was skinned and rolled around on the floor for a while. Strict sanitary precautions were observed throughout the test, within the limitations of the butchering environment. For instance, dogs and cats were allowed to sniff and lick the steer carcass, but most of the time were chased away when they attempted to bite chunks out of it. Next, a sheet of plywood left from last year’s butchering was set up in the basement on two saw horses. The pieces of dried blood, hair and fat left from last year were scraped off with a wire brush last used to clean out the grass stuck under the lawn mower. 

The skinned carcass was then dragged down the steps into the basement where a half dozen inexperienced but enthusiastic and intoxicated men worked on it with meat saws, cleavers, hammers and dull knives. The result was 375 pounds of soup bones, four bushel baskets of meat scraps, and a couple of steaks that were an eighth of an inch thick on one edge and an inch and a half thick on the other edge. The steaks were seared on a glowing red hot cast iron skillet to lock in the flavor. When the smoke cleared, rancid bacon grease was added, along with three pounds of onions, and the whole conglomeration was fried for two hours. 

The meat was gently teased from the frying pan and served to three intoxicated and blindfolded taste panel volunteers. Every member of the panel thought it was venison. One volunteer even said it tasted exactly like the venison he has eaten in hunting camps for the past 27 years. The results of this scientific test conclusively show that there is no difference between the taste of beef and venison. 

And there you have it.  I’ll have my back straps in butter, medium rare with onions and a stitch of garlic, please.

Deadly Spin …

I doubt most Conservatives watch Countdown.  I know at about 15 minutes or so of Limbaugh I start to break out in hives. But those Conservatives who think we shouldn’t have fiddled around with “the best health care in the world” need to wake up and smell the coffee.

An insider for the health insurance industry gets a conscience, writes a book and apologizes to Michael Moore. Get over that part and listen to the message.