It's yet a new year. Yep. And according to my last post, it has been a long time since last we talked -- and still I hear from you. Strange, your proclivity for sending my E's, while deliberately avoiding leaving any footprints of your visit to my account. Doesn't say much for either the one, or the both of us.

Yes. I have moved. Figure that out, did you? I now live on the wonderful island of Manhattan. Yeah, I like it here. Sort of. Kind of. Maybe. No, really, I do.

And I am married -- and that's just one of the reasons I discontinued my blog. Actually, I discontinued it because I just couldn't find a new direction in which to take it, a direction which I would be satisfied with -- and which would satisfy the censors here at the Stream. No, I am not thought too risque -- we can all say fuck, shit, God damn, any kind of scatology like that is okay. Tis true. And what concerns the folks at the Stream is my discussions of . . . ah, young girls. Cuties, and the like. Am I (Was I!) being serious, or what. I mean, talking frankly about underage sex. I mean, really. So. (Oh, you really didn't expect me to come clean on that one, did you? I mean, hey, like this is the era of Conservative Christians, values voters, and Homeland Security. Gotta watch your step out there, and all that. Right? Right.)

So Jerry Falwell is dead. Tough shit. Didn't like him. Couldn't stand him. He was an asshole in every sense of the word. Fuck him, America!

Okay, so with that said, a lot has happened in the world since last we spoke, very little of it good. At this writing, the wonderful Miss Hilton is about to do 35 days in jail. I don't think she should. Why? Precisely because she is rich. And precisely because she is so out of touch that she doesn't really understand the difference between right and wrong -- And, America, if you were so fucking troubled by her behaviors past, you wouldn't have made Paris Hilton watching a prime time activity. So may you, instead of she, should be doing the time.

Okay, so I haven't read any of your fucking blogs -- they're too bland, and banal to interest me. Well, I do enjoy a few of them: John has a good sense of humor about him. And I do enjoy the hot gay chick and her candid monologue on hot girl sex. But seriously, much of what that girl said touched my heart more than it did my jeans.

And I'm still getting plenty of talk from you little hotties out there. Thanks for not forsaking me -- or something like that. However, my wife is not as pleased with your continued interest as am I.

An opinion: The Democrats ain't got a shit's chance of winning the White House. Face it, Liberals: America ain't gonna seat either a white woman or a Black Man (and a lot of us, regardless of our fucking rhetoric, ain't gonna vote for Obama simply because he is Black. I for one, sure won't.) in the White House. Oh, Beautiful For Spacious Skies, and all that shit.

Yep. Our boys are still fighting and dying in Iraq. Kerry was right, you know. If you're poorly educated or poor of funds, you're gonna do the join the military thing. And whose fault is that? I mean, it has always been the world's poor, the world's minorities which go off a die in all these wars. So who cares? Fuck em if they can't get a decent paying job!!!!

Okay, enough of a rant. I'm back. At least for today. Have fun. Have great sex. And don't forget -- God is dead.

And even if he isn't, you're still all the fuck alone down here, so deal with it!

Life ain't fair, then you die! Deal with it.

You're ugly, you're fat, you have pimples and poor social skills, tough shit. Deal with it or die! And for some of you losers, those of you, for instance, who hide behind computer screens, suicide might be your best bet!

Finally, I am starting to like George Bush. I really am. Compared to the Democrats and their "We just don't know what else to do but talk about what we should do," approach to government, Bush is a whole man. Hey, at least he has the courage to do what his fucking conscience dictates -- and this even if his conscience dictates that he be a dictator.

See ya!