Blog Nosh Magazine is a virtual buffet of blog content. However, we are more the kind of buffet you might find at a casino: neither Italian, nor Mexican, nor Creole, nor American. We are better for you than a dessert bar but more sinful than a salad bar.

And like most buffets, the majority of our fare has been festering in the back of the kitchen for a while (harhar, a joke meaning our content comes from your blog archives, sans mold). We just happen to have a knack for freshening it up before offering it to the early-bird crowd.

Perhaps a metaphor involving wine would have been more appropriate? After all, we are highly selective. Noted.

The most important thing to remember when sampling what we place on your table is that we don’t ask that you always like what we are serving, just that you try it.

This week has been a fascinating week at Blog Nosh. Here we are, noshing left and right with posts about homosexual marriage, body image, lost and found love, finding our place in the right church, making the most of the day we are given, adoption and abortion, homeschooling with flavor, and poking a bit of fun at men and their egos… when all of the sudden we slip in a (gasp!) favorable post about George W. Bush.

You’d think a rat ran through the kitchen.

After a succession of glowing posts about President Barack Obama and not a peep of dissension slipping into the comments, one post bidding farewell to Bush brings on the mad cow disease. Not necessarily only in the comments, though. Bleeding onto twitter and kirtsy and beyond: Blog Nosh Magazine has gone mad. We posted something conservative.

Simultaneously and seemingly independent of that backlash, I am asked on twitter if Blog Nosh is just another liberal magazine.

And then I was pretty sure I was the one with mad cow.

We are neither liberal nor conservative. We are neither… ah. Why bother?

But I should know better. The Internet has a desperate need to label label label. If you can’t be fit neatly into a box, then you are too confusing and generally better off ignored.

Certainly you are a momblogger? A tech blogger? A gossip blogger? Okay then, a liberal blogger? Ah, no, you are a conservative Christian blogger? Um, entertainment blogger? Foodie? Help?!

The blogosphere is large enough for a larger community. It sorely deserves one. One far less compartmentalized.

Originally Published on Whiskey in My Sippy Cup

By the time this gets posted, most of you who are unfortunate enough to read my little blog will have already voted. And I’ve waited until today to post it because I don’t even for one second want to come across as “this is who you should vote for.” YOU should vote for whoever YOU deem most worthy. This is simply putting it out there for one day, a day far away from now, when I’ll wish I could go back to this day in our history, this monumental day for our nation, and see exactly what the hell I was thinking.

I am a bit of a conspiracy theorist. I will never, ever check Catcher in the Rye out of the library. I totally believe that JFK got shot by the government to get us into ‘Nam. I am fairly sure that we have proof of extra-terrestrial contact tucked away somewhere, and the only reason they interviewed people like my skull-less uncle for Project Blue Book is to hide the evidence. To discredit sightings. To make us THINK it was insanity. Because, really, if that man told me the sky was over my head, that would only mean one thing: I was standing on it.

And so, as my paranoid little mind works, I am predicting a McCain/Palin win tonight. Well, actually, I’m predicting and Obama/Biden win, a big fat temper tantrum, and an eventual GOP win.

It’s not like it hasn’t happened before. *coughgorecough*

I hope that doesn’t happen. I dream that when the GOP starts screaming FALSE COUNTS! that the DNC remembers that we still have a president until January, and we’ll all happily wait while every single vote gets counted, while all the re-votes are cast. If we can dump $750 billion into the market; we can pay the salary of the vote counters for a few extra weeks.

Hell, we’re CREATING JOBS!

But in all sincerity, I dream that I am wrong. I dream that tomorrow night, that socialist, skinny, not-quite-black-enough Muslim terrorist is my new president. I dream that over the next eight years, he gets the chance to make every single person that threw those hideous accusations around about him eat their words.

{Originally Posted at Mom to the Screaming Masses}