I have had a number of thoughtful, considerate readers of this blog (you know who you are!) who, prompted by the inactivity at this blog site for the past month, have inquired about my health, my mortality, my sanity, and my masculinity. Only my beloved wife can vouch for the last. As for the others: I am healthy, alive, and no more crazy than before.
You're disappointed, I know, to hear all that.
On the other hand, it will gladden the hearts of some of you to know
that I have been insanely busy in the past month. What (you ask) has kept me so busy? Big house projects. A big celebration in Boston of my beloved wife's long-term contribution to a better environment. And a celebration of my elderly mother's 90th birthday (accompanied by out-of-town relatives (you know who YOU are)).
What the hell (you say)?! Can't you handle all that and STILL
keep up your steady stream of vitriol about Republicans, conservatives,
and other sorts of lowlifes?
The answer: No. I cannot. I'm old. Feeble. Infirm. Tired. I need Sarah Palin back in my life to raise my political libido.
Okay. Maybe I don't need Sarah Palin back. (But what would be
wrong with that? We could beat her like a drum.) Maybe THIS is what I
need: I need YOU to comment here. Write in and SAY SOMETHING, for
godsake. DO something. ANYthing. This goddam blog is going the way
of dog poop unless you STEP UP TO THE PLATE NOW and PARTICIPATE. Say
something, for chrissake. I'm not going to whistle into the wind any
Over and out.