have not been posting, which I am sure you’ve already figured out for
yourselves, but I am sure you will be happy to know that the reason is not that
I have been lazy or suffering from writer’s block [again!] or any of the other
reasons I usually give for being neglectful of my duties here. No, indeed, I’ve
been busily working away on a project that first originated here on The Passing Parade and now I am trying
to see if I can stretch this thing out a bit.
If it works, I may share it here…or not, as the case may be. I am still working out whether it is physically
possible for a 215 pound man to escape from a burning building in a large cardboard box
held aloft by eight giant sex dolls filled with helium.
any case, I will admit that 2012 didn’t turn out the way I hoped it would: the
Yankees didn’t make it to the World Series, I didn’t hit the number in the
MegaMillions lottery, and the former junior senator from Illinois is still
gainfully employed, assuming that is the correct adjective to describe his
situation these past four years, and will remain so for the foreseeable
future. As you might imagine, this
disturbs my digestion no end and makes me want to ask Ann Coulter, whom I
otherwise think the world of, if Mitt Romney was the only electable Republican,
why didn’t the electorate elect him?
Abraham Lincoln was not wrong—Abe was never wrong—but it does cause you
to think that maybe he wasn’t entirely correct when he said you can’t fool all
of the people all of the time. As the recent election proves, you don’t need to
fool all of the people all of the time; fifty-one percent will do in a
I am at it, I am glad to see that the former junior senator from Illinois is
finally doing something to end the scourge of gun violence in this country. I
do not expect that these efforts will come to any good; there are 300 million
guns in this country, nearly one for every man, woman, and child here in this
our Great Republic and you can no more get rid of them now than Mississippi can
ban kudzu on pain of boiling importers to death in piping hot vats of hominy
grits, but it will make the gun banners happy for a little while and checking
people’s backgrounds is certainly a better idea than His original one of
exporting the problem to Mexico. I am sure the Mexicans think that this is a
good idea as well.
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