I just thought I’d let faithful followers of this blog know that I’m not dead, and don’t expect to be anytime soon. But I really do have nothing to say on this site, for various reasons.
I mean, I’m sure if I reinserted a splintery pole up my ass or stuck my moistened fingers in an electrical socket I could get myself worked up about all sorts of ridiculous nonsense taking place every day in the news, but I’ve never admired or aspired to the life of an intellectual mayfly. And nobody ever listens to my constructive criticisms about financial regulation, educational reform, or the price of pig feet in China anyway.
Not that they should, of course. Free advice is always worth what you pay for it.
But for the nonce I’ve gotten tired of the under-appreciated labor of love that is this cut rate opinion emporium. So I’m just gonna sip an umbrella drink on a hammock under a coconut tree on this little atoll and wallow in my bloggy desuetude.
If you feel compelled to get in touch with me, feel free to leave a message after the beep. I never check them anyway.
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