It's like the Carnival of the Badger, but in a more bite sized, edible format.  Goes down smooth with your beer of choice.  Leine's of course.

I know I have blogged on it in a while, but the Carnival of the Badger Fire Sale continues.  I had one potential bidder a couple weeks ago, but they haven't responded to my emails since then, so I'm guessing that it was not too serious of an offer.  Also, we haven't had an edition in a couple weeks and nobody has come to me screaming, or crying in agony either.  So this is your last call.  If anyone is interested in taking it over, let me know, otherwise this will be my last post in this category.

For Sale:  1 Carnival of the Badger

• 16 months old.
• 66 previous editions.
• High maintenance.
• Low reward.

With new hosts becoming harder to come by, especially around the holidays... I'm declaring this week's Carnival of the Badger to be MIA.  Instead, take the time to get your Christmas shopping done.

This just in... Know What I Mean has the latest edition of the Carnival of the Badger.  We'll keep you posted with the latest as the situation develops.

With Phelony still on the IR, my buddy Matt has volunteered to step in and pinch hit for this week's Carnival of the Badger.  Get your entries in tonight.  With everything that's gone on in the last week, I'm expecting there to be a lot of great entries.

*Walking up to the mound*
Nick:  Sorry Phelony, but you're not looking too good.  I think it's time to let someone else finish up this game so you can rest.
Phelony:  No coach!  I can finish the game... really.  I got a couple more good throws in me.
Nick:  I've already got a call into the bullpen.
Phelony:  What bullpen?
Nick:  You know, the pen... with the... ummm... bulls.  You know what I mean!  The place where all the other hosts are waiting patiently for their chance to shine!
Phelony:  Other hosts?
Nick:  Damn.  I forgot.  Oh just give me the stupid ball.

First up to bat is Tracy Coenen who is swinging away at commuter rail in Milwaukee.  She's making good contact with the ball, and hits a grounder between 1st and 2nd base with some excellent questions to those who are deciding to spend the money.

Next up is Steve Egg who taps the sales tax dirt off his shoes and hits a long ball right out of the park.  Don't forget the extra sales tax you pay for me to play in Miller Park too.

Things weren't looking good for our venerable pitcher until Peter came along with a recipe for Moonbat Flambe and hit two foul, and struck out on the third pitch.

That's when Fred came up to the plate, staring me down with his stark numbers on hurricane season this year.  His hit came whirling by my head, but luckily I was able to duck away just in time.  Why don't pitchers where helmets?

That left the door open for Kate to come along and hit another one out of the park, so she could celebrate how some books won't be banned in Fon du Lac as she rounded the bases.

That's when Sean came up to bat, with his brand new slugger, and a chip on his shoulder about taxes the size of a Greyhound bus.  He hit that ball right to the warning track where it fell in for a double.

When Wiggy came up the plate, I didn't think much, but he surprised me with a strong single that advanced Sean to third, and a friendly reminder of the new Ronald Reagan Elementary School in New Berlin.

The Patrick came up, and the loud speakers blared with news of a recall on the Alderman formerly known as Michael McGee.  His single loaded the bases.

That's when Aaron, the big hitter came up, and knocked a grand slam out of the park for Scott Walker.  Things weren't looking good for our intrepid pitcher.

So when Jenna stepped up to the plate, I laughed.  "Easy out!" I taunted.  That's when she sent one whizzing by my head powered by anger against John McCain, and lack of a good Republican Presidential candidate.

And then depression set it because the order swung back around with Tracy, hitting another home run on the proposed Wisconsin sales tax increase.

The coach turned pitcher looked to the dugout... begging... pleading... isn't there anyone left in the bullpen to relieve me?

This week's host, Miss Phelony Jones, has come down with strep... so we'll be redirecting the Carnival of the Badger back to it's creator for a week.  Head on over to The Confidentials and wish her a speedy recovery, then send your entries in so that I can do a much poorer job than she could.

Oh... I can see it already... Phelony Jones is going to be putting together something special, so be sure to get your entries in this week.  She's asking you get your submissions in by 7 PM tomorrow night, and to find out how, check out the Carnival of the Badger page.  And if you'd like to get in on the action and host your own, let me know please.  We're looking for a host for next week.

Turkey... check.
Stuffing... check.
Cranberry sauce out of a can with the ridges intact... check.
Pumpkin pie... check.
Alcohol... oh yeah... check.

Still not full?  Then head on over to Wiggy's for dessert and a Carnival of the Badger.  Next week's edition will be hosted by the always lovely Phelony Jones at The Confidentials.  And if you'd like to get in on the action, let me know.

Thanksgiving is just a day away, but that doesn't mean that the Carnival of the Badger is on hold.  So find your best post, and send it in for inclusion in a Carnival feast at Wigderson Library & Pub.  Don't worry, it doesn't have to be a "I'm Thankful For" post... just send in your best work, which I know won't be hard for any of you.  And if you'd like to get in on the action, just let me know.

Dean has a St. Nick themed Carnival of the Badger for your enjoyment, so go check it out!  If you're feeling bad for Thanksgiving... perhaps that it's being cock blocked, don't worry about it.  The Carnival is going to get Wiggy with it next week, and I'm sure will have plenty of turkey and stuffing for you.

As I was reading through last week's group therapy session, I noticed a lot of people explaining how this was good for Republicans, and how it would force them to get back to their roots, and that Bush would step up and use his veto pen.  It struck me as classic denial.  So I'm guessing that this week's Carnival of the Badger, being hosted by the ever reliable Thoughtful Conservative will more than likely feature a lot of angry posts, since that is next step in grieving.  So have at it!  Let it loose.  Get it out of your system.  Just get it in by the end of the day.

Whether you're ecstatic or depressed over the elections, why don't you head on over to From Where I sit to relax on the couch and talk with Dr. Stearns for a while.  I promise you'll either feel much better when it's all over.  Next week's Carnival of the Badger will be over at Musings of a Thoughtful Conservative.  If you'd like to host, you don't need a license to practice... only a blog and the time to email me.

I know many of you are depressed, while still others among you are as happy as can be.  Whether you're hiding or gloating, don't forget to get your entries into this week's Carnival of the Badger.  This week is being hosted by Elliot at From Where I Sit.  Do you have analysis you want to share?  Do you have insights you think are valuable?  Do you want to cry in your beer and let others join in on your misery?  All of them are welcome.  Entries are due by the end of the day.  Send them to badgercarnival@gmail.com.