Forever in your debt.

My apologies.

I have, as can be witnessed by the total lack of posts, for better or worse, taken quite the break from blogging. This was partially by choice and partially circumstantial. We'll not get into the circumstantial bits of detritus; it's far less entertaining.

The "choice" or intentional break was simply to sit back and watch and to also take a break. "A break from what?", you ask, partly interested. A break from punditry, a break from the daily onslaught of mind numbing tripe that is jettisoned at us from all points of the compass.

There's something to be said about being one person and attempting to gather the documentation to put forth some semblance of intelligent information. Nevermind the lack of a dedicated readership. But, as I was discussing mere days ago, I don't do it for the readership. I do it because I have to get it out. This is my Howard Beale window. This is my megaphone of silence. Opinions and ideas cast out into the void, hoping for intelligent interception. You're more than welcome to come and visit me, sans images (temporarily), or you can jump over to yet another blog that I created and neglected and recently resurrected: Machine-Gun Shatner.

It's sort of a weigh station for other issues at hand, and where I can do other things than try to convince people to stand up, take accountability, and retake control of THEIR government, i.e. eject all lobbyists/private interests from DC... But I digress.

If you are new, welcome. If I'm lighting up your Buzz bin, welcome back.

Wrench