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Morning Widdershin — here’s hoping your Friday is gloriously anticipatory of an even better Labor Day weekend.

I wish I could, but I can’t make up stuff like this.

Twenty-nine percent of the Republicans in Louisiana blame the poor response to Hurricane Katrina on — wait for it, wait for it — Barack Obama. You know him, the guy who in 2005 was in the process of relocating from Kenya via Indonesia on his way to public housing in D.C.

Not to be outdone by a little thing like a hurricane, twenty-two percent of Romney voters believe Obama is the Antichrist. Obviously, Indonesian madrassa education can lead to a plethora of vocational possibilities.

It just goes without saying, Americans were three times more likely to be able to name two of the seven dwarfs than Supreme Court justices. Of course, that doesn’t mean the names of the dwarfs are not equally applicable to the justices — especially Dopey and Grumpy.

All of this isn’t surprising. In the words of former President Bush when he was talking about the importance of education, “Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?”

Apparently, they is not.

These among other facts bubbled up through the scotch-ridden synapses of my brain on Wednesday when I saw the Fox commemoration of the 50th Anniversary of the March on Washington.

50 years after March on Washington...

Josh Barro the neo-liberal conservative (I know he’s got to be in therapy) gets the hat tip for finding this. He opines that the “50 years since the March on Washington” works for anything, such as:

50 years since the March on Washington, bees are still dying.

50 years since the March on Washington, some worry about Miley Cyrus’ twerking.

50 years since the March on Washington, my sink is still leaking.

It does work for just about anything and is a convenient precursor in order to steer just about any conversation. Roger Ailes is brilliant that way.

So here are a few of mine:

Forty-four years after the moon landing, Arizona passes stiffer immigration laws — just in case.

Two-thousand Two-hundred Nineteen years since the opening of the Great Wall of China, the neighbors are still waiting for a barbecue invitation.

One-hundred Thirty-nine years after the first Kentucky Derby, no one is quite sure why Lady Camilla Parker Bowles has such a long face.

Five-hundred Twenty-one years after Columbus landed in the New World, most everyone is glad he didn’t book with Carnival.

Seven-hundred Twenty-two years after the Crusades, do you think anyone will miss Jerry Lewis this weekend?

If Fox can do it, we can too — what’s your headline of deflection today?

Have a great weekend!

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Hi fellow Widdershins!

I’m going to be doing some posts for awhile since our dear Madamab is sort of overwhelmed with the latest assignment in her job.

As you can see by my title, it’s Carnival time in New Orleans, and also Mobile Alabama, Rio and many other parts of the world.  Besides acting like fools shouting “Throw Me Something Mister” at grown adults riding on floats of imaginary or mythological characters, who throw plastic beads at us, we also eat…a lot.

One of the things we really love are our King Cakes.

King Cake

King Cakes are a Carnival tradition going back to the French and Spanish who colonized Louisiana.  The European style was a type of brioche dough twisted into a ring cake and the New Orleans version is similar.  It is normally decorated in the official colors of Mardi Gras which are purple, green and gold.  Those also are the colors of the Rex Organization which is one of the older Carnival groups.  The colors have no official symbolism, however Rex states  “that purple, green, and gold symbolized justice, faith, and power, respectively”.  King Cakes are normally served starting with Twelfth Night through Fat Tuesday, or Mardi Gras Day, the day before Lent and the last day of Carnival celebrations.

Inside the King Cake you’ll find either a plastic baby or trinket of some sort.  In European King Cakes they placed a bean in the cake. Wikipedia says in the French tradition that:

Tradition holds that the cake is “to draw the kings” to the Epiphany. A figurine, la fève, which can represent anything from a car to a cartoon character, is hidden in the cake and the person who finds the trinket in their slice becomes king for the day and will have to offer the next cake. Originally, la fève was literally a broad bean (fève), but it was replaced in 1870 by a variety of figurines out of porcelain or—more recently—plastic.

and that:

Formerly, one divided the cake in as many shares as guests, plus one. The latter, called “the share of God,” “share of the Virgin Mary,” or “share of the poor” was intended for the first poor person to arrive at the home.

In New Orleans it is a tradition to have a King Cake party at work and whoever gets the slice of cake that has the “baby” is then obligated to purchase the King Cake for the next party.  Generally, one person will cut the entire cake and then you select an individual slice.  I can tell you from personal experience that I’ve seen my share of “cheap” co-workers who would take that knife and do some hellacious “poking” before selecting a slice!  LOL!

King Cakes have changed quite a bit through the years.  At first they were merely the baked dough with a small amount of icing and colored sugar on top.  From those, some bakeries starting putting a heavier layer of icing on top, and adding additional decorative items, to recently when bakeries started offering King Cakes with fillings in them.  The usual filling flavors are pecan praline, cream cheese, strawberry cream cheese and similar flavors.

Well I don’t know about y’all, but I’m getting a little hungry.  Let’s grab a slice of King Cake and catch the parade that’s passing by.


And I’m almost certain I hear some music too.

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