I guess sitting around untended will lead to dust, cobwebs, weeds and such. I feel a bit like Arthur returning from the Crusades except there's no John usurping my blog. Just the damn dust bunnies. Anyway, the Holy War against the Long Beach infidel has been concluded and we are returning to our loved ones a little bloodied but unbowed. At best the years long blog war with "Saint Donald" seems to have ended in a stalemate. God knows what a victory would have looked like. I believe the battle may have cost him his sanity so perhaps victory went to the nihilists after all. Reppy, Truth and I seem to all be operating at the same level of rationality as always. And Donald likely is still looking for anti-semitic Sasquatch haters.
I have no idea what this blog will be. Probably will be mostly me talking to myself which I do on a regular basis anyway. And that's not a sign of craziness because I remember Ann Landers saying so. Couldn't find a link to that so this will have to do. Nothing beats an internet diagnosis of mental or physical health. Cheaper than going to a real doctor as I recently found out when it cost me 50 bucks to walk in with an infected finger. Glad I have health insurance and hopefully no serious problems.
Enough rambling. I'll try to get back here for a visit sometime before the Mayan calendar and the Earth simultaneously come to an end.
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