Hiatus semi-explained--

In the interim, while I wasn't posting, Glenn Beck lost something like 40+ possible advertisers, townhall putzes carried firearms, and it became increasingly more difficult to differentiate them from actual crazy people. Also, at least one regular citizen feared a future without adequate household paper products. Also, Micheal Steele, Charles Grassley, and, as always, Sarah Palin, made themselves difficult to differentiate from actual crazy people, re: the "death panel" idea, which really had to do with people deciding to talk to their doctor about when or how they'd like to check out--or not. Which doesn't sound very death panel-y after all.

In other words, while I wasn't posting, I saw so many things I could've commented on, but ultimately--they spoke for themselves. I can't put any rhetorical whipped cream on top of pure crazy flavor. Once or twice I thought I'd try--but....no. So I went to bed earlier and just enjoyed not having extra spleen to vent. But this blog isn't really all about the spleen.

It's about the heart, and I missed blogging. So I'm back.