The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
There are many reasons for my quietitudedness, among them: burn-out, laziness, lack of discipline, six years of doing LM3/1, and more recently, the 12th Annual Medal of Honor Week and its accompanying and usually predictable sinus infection.
So as the Lads would say, “
Spinal Tap Leatherneckm31 Mark II” starts today…. (but l have to take Sparky and Coop to the vet’s first.)
Thanks to all of you who have hung around and given me a well-deserved ration from time to time… especially my homie, the redoubtable Jeff the Norton Driver who smacked me with this yesterday:
“I figure you have died and word just has not yet reached me. Or maybe you are just in a coma…
“No other way to explain silence from the top journalist I know in the face of crazy sh!t going down.
“Lotsa problems fer sure but I got a simple and balanced solution for 2 of ’em: pay the GSA folks less, and pay the SS dudes more.”
More to come, troops…. faster than an Obama former secret service john can get git outta Cartagena.
Well, I was kinda getting alittle worried….but I figured that sometimes a guy just needs quiet around himself.
I was a hopin’ that was all it was.