Hanging on

It looks like I'm not the only one posting sparsely this mid-February.

Here's Ross, disappointingly for all his brave conservative talk proving he's just a wishy-washy pinko liberal like the rest of them after all, when he can't even commit to the simplest programme of carpet bombing civilian women and children in the name of some eternal verity or other.

Wet.

A disastrous road trip to visit Tiny Northwester has left me a pedestrian once again; thus adding hours of public transport or long walks to my working and social week to compensate. As I'm currently behaving as a foot soldier in the culture wars in a small way, this has also has sopped up some of my blogging time.
I'm going to try to find something I disprove of and to criticise it with disproportionate fury and in to many words really soon.
I hope you will glance here again shortly to smile at my ire.


Meanwhile, here's Laban with his State of the Union address on the battle of the sexes - or human life as we used to call it before The Unconstrained Individual became both God and king.