You know how it is, when you go out to the store for milk and run into a neighbor and then you start talking about the ‘hood and ZOMG it’s been almost six months.
I’d say I had writers block, but that’s not really it. The past six months of GOP shenanigans have been ample fodder for daily posting. It was too much – the verbal drain, to use a somewhat disgusting metaphor, got clogged.
Sadly, Herman Cain (who, in fairness to me, I referred to as “James Stockdale without the self-awareness” six months ago) is no more, hounded out of the race by a liberal press which was mean enough to report on quite credible accusations made by actual women about his pre-feminist (or perhaps pre-neanderthal) notions of proper inter-gender working relationships, and his sadly all-too-common attitude towards marital fidelity. But we still have seven dwarves left (counting Huntsman and Johnson), but expect dwarf attrition in early January.
Also, it is safe to assume that whatever Charlie Pierce writes, I will nod aggressively and wish I’d written it first.