The Return Of The Prodigal Stubfart

Hey! How’s it goin? Long time no see. It’s so good to see you again! 

Well I’m back from my wandering. I shut down the ol’ Thunderbox blog because it got too big and drew too much attention. Soon the Eye Of Sauron noticed me and the flying monkeys locked up my blog. Anything I wrote had to be run past and approved by the usual collection of scolds, snowflakes and turd brains before it could be published. It wasn’t worth the hassle and stuck in my craw. I went over to Blab to disappear for awhile and let the heat die off. 

They say you never apologize to the censors and authoritarians of the diversity freak show, but I think I will break with that one. To all these people I’d like to formally apologize. I’m sorry that you weren’t raised right. I’m sorry for what’s going to happen to you when the world resets and reality reasserts itself, and your narratives go away forever. I’m sorry you made the life decisions you made. I’m sorry you can’t be better people. I’m sorry we couldn’t protect you from the people that made you this way. But - we all know the way of it. My apologies are not the ones you want to hear. Most of you don’t want apologies at all… you want vengeance. Good luck with that, kids.

I was astonished by the emails and messages from folks asking me to return and deeply touched. Friend - thanks for your thoughts. I come back in the midst of trying personal times. Pop has dementia and falls often. He’s in emergency right now and when he gets out he goes straight into a home. Mom and I always fought like cats n’ dawgs (she was always a contentious, malicious liberal woman) … and now she’s 80 years old. Of course she still knows everything. We lost ol’ Mort just before Christmas last year. He just collapsed and couldn’t move and we had to put him down. Like many of you, I watch the news and wonder what planet I’m on, and wonder where these spiteful degenerate mutants came from. But it’s always darkest before the dawn.

I got a little work to do… setting up the new blog roll, calling up old friends to let them know where I am,  putting up the gun racks, etc etc. I dunno how this is gonna go either. I don’t care about traffic and such…but I do care about my friends that stayed with me and took the time for me. It means more as I age. But… if I can’t speak freely I’ll just flip the bird back at Blogger and go where I can.

If ya got the time - stop in and say “Hi” in the comments. It’s so good to have you here. Have a great Humpday and thanks for stopping in.