...I return to you, my netizens, like a dead and buried Jesus; I am, however, no meek and mild mild redeemer but like my dear freind Spider, "Pissed as all hell, gnawing my nail-holes and wondering which Roman ass to kick first." ...no offence to any Romans who might be reading this; I deeply admire your civilization, culture and art. Please don't invade me.
I cannot and will not make any excuses for my long neglect of my duties as your beacon of truth and light (get the sun block, mate; I have been known to cause cancer) and will say only this: I allowed myself to be coaxed into the frame of mind that the fight was essentially over, that the grow-ups were back in charge and that I could go back to minding my own business, worrying my own troubles and generally let Fearless Leader do his job. I was wrong. How wrong? Epicly.
Stay tuned.
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