It's That Time Again

Yep.  July has once again rolled around, and the time has come to PIMP the ever livin' heck out of the devoted Cake Eater readership for my nephew, James. 

You remember James, right?  He's ten, going into fourth grade, and for as long as I've been writing this blog, I've hit you, my devoted Cake Eater readers, up for cold hard cash to help fund research for a cure for his diabetes.  I'd post a picture, but, hell, he's reached that age where I'm not really sure he wants his auntie posting his picture to the web, so we'll avoid that for the time being. This July is no different--I need your cash, or rather James needs your cash so he doesn't have to deal with this stupid disease any longer.  

This year, however, we have a plot twist. 

Yes, I'm still hitting you up for cash, but instead of sending you to James' JDRF homepage, from whence you have all generously donated to JDRF in the past in sponsorship of James' Jaywalkers, his Walk to Cure Diabetes team, I'm sending you here.

{Insert me waiting patiently for you all to make the small gesture and click on the frigging link here.}

 {I'm still waiting.}

{Yep.  STILL waiting.} 

{Are you people completely insensitive to the plight of a ten-year-old boy who was diagnosed with Type I Diabetes at the age of three?  Someone who, literally, has no memory of not having this disease?  JUST CLICK ON THE DAMN LINK, ALREADY!  You're pissing me off and making me think your utter and undying devotion to me, the Goddess of Snark, is just completely false.}

That's better.

Thank you for clicking.  And clicking back, because we know I love those double hits in the stat section. 

Ahem. 

Anyway, here's the deal: That design you saw on that page...you know, this one:

Well, that's James' entry for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation Funny Car competition, sponsored generously by Ford Motor Company (you know, that company who refused to take the bail-out).  Whichever kid gets the most donations in support of their design, will have it painted on Bob Tesca's Ford Funny Car (whatever the hell that might be) and will get to travel to North Carolina with their parents for the unveiling.  James would like fame and fortune. 

So, being a good auntie, it's time to send you all back to the page, which you can find here. (See what a nice person I am?  I didn't even make you scroll back up yonder to revisit said link.) I urge you to donate some money to James' cause, which has the potential benefit of making a ten-year-old kid's year, because, if he won, well, he'd get to go and live the lush life for a weekend, meeting and greeting with celebrity race car drivers, courtesy of Ford, to say nothing of having his design on a race car. But, you could, also, conceivably make his life by sponsoring research to cure a disease he has, which can be treated, but comes with many possible complications, like blindness, death and amputation, and, of course, the inability to eat any of the candy he receives in his pillowcase on Halloween night.

It's a win-win, right? 

Did I mention the donation was tax-deductible?  I didn't.  Well, it is.  So, I guess that would make it a triple win, or what they call a trifecta in the horse racing biz.  What's not to like?

And, no, worries, my devoted pro-life Cake Eater readers, none of the money will go to stem-cell research. 

So, go, give...give like the wind.  Thanks for you support.