Life without blogging

In case anybody noticed or cared that I’ve been absent from the Blogosphere for the last month and a half, it’s because I’ve been incredibly busy with music gigs—like “collapsing in exhaustion in the windows between gigs” kind of busy. I’ve also been working on another one of my typically long-winded, pompous rants, on “Martyrdom and hate,” which is taking more time and difficulty than usual because I’m kind of ambivalent and unclear as to what I think about it, and stuff I wrote a week ago looks like bullshit the next week. However, I still manage to waste untold hours surfing in cyberspace, and recently ran across a gem so precious that I feel I have to share it. He’s Joe Bageant, a not-quite-old (i.e., 10 years younger than me) curmudgeon in Winchester, Virginia, of all places (until recently fleeing to Belize), who writes with more rage and less humor and scatography than The Rude Pundit but with some very good ideas, very articulately stated. His particular shtick seems to be “class warfare,” between most of humanity and the incredibly small minority of blood-sucking parasites in the corporate plutocracy who control all the world’s wealth and governments, and for whom war is so profitable that it becomes their top priority to have as many as possible being fought on a constant basis. His observations on the witless sheep which the American people have let themselves be turned into are truly blistering. And his essays are even longer than mine, as well as angrier and more articulate. Check him out while you’re waiting for me to get back on line.