Swag!

A lashing of swag will free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart.

Sure, Rosie O'Donnell might toss a contemptuous quarter the way of many a blogger with a sneered "Dance, boy! Dance!" Other blog-floggers might put up PayPal tip-jars and hope for the best.

But not the Jingmeister. No, sir. Here in the Jingosphere we have True Patriots, gallant yeomen like our most excellent friend Sluggo from Snail Races, who sends us the fruit of his own labors in what can only be described as the year's most felicitous expression of the Feudal Spirit.

Are these not the loveliest handmade objects you have seen this or any other year? Two mugs, two Christmas ornaments, and an authentic Colonial-style inkwell. All of these will find happy homes here in the Jingo household.

My most grateful thanks to Sluggo, or whatever name it pleases him to post under this week (there have been many).

The rest of you slugabeds may well indeed perceive an implicit rebuke: where are your feudal packages, I'd like to know?

I'm an XL shirt, hat 7 3/4, 8 1/2 shoe, waist 34, inseam 30. I favor earth tones, and also love collecting pictures of dead US politicians. Love Lincoln, Grant; crazy about Franklin.

Get hopping!