Kill The Fatted Calf

Okay, I'm back. It's been a long dark road, but my life is stabilized; I have the cutest little laptop you have ever seen; I am on Social Security Disability, Medicare, and Medicaid; I supplement this with paid appearances at committee meetings to provide "mental health consumer input". So I like to think of myself as a "professional manic depressive"--I get to use the politically incorrect term rather than "bipolar", since I'm on the inside and you are not. I now have a second blog, The Empty Sky, for non-political posts, and the Obama candidacy has given me new hope and much new to write about.

To get my chops back, I've been doing finger exercises by raising merry hell over on the Pajamas Media comment pages. They really need some help. Nominally they may be "fair", but they sure aren't "balanced". Their one milk-and-water house liberal leaves the boat listing so far to the right [starboard for you nautical types] that they are in constant danger of capsizing.

My new blog picture and my personal description still portray me as looking like Santa Claus' younger brother. At the moment this is not quite accurate. Because of the summer heat, I had to drop almost $20 at the barber's, and right now I look more like Wolf Blitzer on a bad day. But I'll get back to midseason form soon enough. The nice thing about a full beard is that if you let it alone, it'll let you alone and go about it's growing business.

I've laid down enough prickly political prose over there to start off by reprinting it here. I'll pick up speed here with fresh red meat in a week or so.

It's good to be back.