...born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad

Speaking frankly about Frankly speaking: You know, Mr. Diament, two blog posts--one in mid-August, the other at the end of the month--doth not a blogger make. Guess you're too busy hunting down the next generation of Nazi hate-speakers--sweaty, pimply nerds hiding out in the folks' basement in, say, Flin Flon, eating pizza pops, playing "Brothers in Arms: Hell's Highway," and maybe occasionally talking trash about "da Jews"--to have have time to comment on pressing events. One would have expected, though, that a blogger of your calibre might have found the odd mintute to weigh in on, oh, I dunno, maybe how the BB's been slapped with another one of those HRC "nuisance" complaints?  Or perhaps offer an insight or two into the stink bomb that Ahmadinejad dropped at the UN last week, the one that made many of the assembled hold their noses--and then applaud him heartily. Yes, I know, I know, that particular "gent" is losing no sleep at all over what Laura Rosen Cohen said in the National Post the other day. On the other hand, her words sure seems to rubbed you the wrong way.  Hope that, despite the obvious agita, you're managing to catch some Z's (that's zees; not zeds). 

So, just to clarify: is it blogus interruptus? Or blogus kaput?

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