Life's a bitch - and then you marry...

Ha ha ha ha ha ha (inward gasp)... but seriously folks. For quite some time now, I have wrestled with the question of returning to Blogolia: I put it in a half-nelson, and then it illegally elbowed me in the teeth - fucking so-called "mixed martial arts" has ruined all sense of decorum in hand-to-hand grappling with philosophical questions.

During my absence, I have been monitoring the output of political bloggers. Same old wonky kife. No sense of humour. No sense of context. No sense.

Thus, I have decided to return for the sole reason that Blogolia needs the K-Dough like a massive, puss-filled boil needs a hot needle; or a cat on a hot tin roof needs a bucket of cold jello; or a Republican needs his whiskey, shot gun, faux-teen porn site and Jesus alibi.

So, stay tuned for ensuing iconoclasm, bombasm and multiple laffgasm you insipid sonsabitches.

I'm back baby! Yeow. Rrrrawwrr.