A Moment of Shame-Faced Self-Flagellation
As a colleague of mine pointed out to me over
70100-proof beverages, my partner-in-thought-crime and I have been bad, naughty bloggers. We have failed you, our legions of readers, in supplying a steady stream of uninformed analysis of world affairs, righteous outrage over the abuses of the rights of man (and woman), and solidarity with what few Enlightenment-type liberals still exist overseas. For these crimes of the blog, we have affixed to ourselves digital cilici, donned html hair shirts, and set to lashing ourselves with rough ropes of code.
My PITC at least has something of a dispensation in that he has been busy travelling to Mexico to pick up a shipment of bootleg Viagra from Tijuana (this blog don’t run on love you know). For myself, I have no excuse, save that I am a sinner and also wont to tipple a little too freely and take on too many obligations that have the potential for actual remuneration. I offer up this humble Guernica blog column as partial expiation.