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.
Steve