Each year, I am reminded of how this little blog spins along, new Scissorheads joining us in suffering the outrageous slings and arrows of modern life (to paraphrase someone other than Brother Charlie Pierce), and other Scissorheads who have moved on (we hope to better worlds, RIP our beloved Xristi). While we are known far and wide as The Internet’s Band of Incorrigible Spitballers®, I prefer to think of us as people who actually give a damn. Sure, we ride our high horse on the low road, but we do it because laughter is sometimes the only way to cope. Plus, Wingnuts and Libertarians take themselves too seriously (as do we Libtards); laughing at them gets the pontificating poltroons’ panties in a bunch.
So from the tip of my nose to the bottoms of my toes, thank you for being the heart and soul of MPS. Without you, there would be no Mock, no Paper, no Scissors. From the most sincere comment, to the most wicked laugh, the Scissorheads are what make this place what it is. Thank you for spending a few minutes here every day.
And so now a small toast: I feel so lucky that we have all found each other, we are like beautiful, shooting stars in a lovely, sparkling, constellation on a clear, dark night. May we shine in our heavens—together—forever.