
As most of you know, my inaugural post sent shockwaves throughout the blathersphere yesterday. The Daily Kos referred to me as an intriguing unknown quantity, and David Horowitz called me a limp-wristed degenerate. In the midst of this insane circus I sometimes wonder if the time might not be right for me to retire from public view. But before you all start inundating me with letters telling me how much you love me and begging me to hang on and fight the good fight, remember that, in terms of sensory development, I have difficulty in isolating your letters and emails as discrete objects in my field of vision.







