Lay down his hand
Like he was giving up the holy game of poker
I was cleaning up my blogroll and damn.
If I poured one out for every Liberal blogger who has passed away or closed up shop for whatever reasons-- for every whiskey that doused its fire, for every hammer that doesn't anymore, for every culture that lost to the kudzu, for every translator that no longer speaks, for every Big Name that has found another hobby -- it'd flood the backyard and all the bunnies that hide in the bushes and the neighborhood cats that pass through on their evening constitutionals would float away.
Blogs that were shuttered or abandoned came to their end at more or less random intervals.
And then came 2015/2016, which was a Liberal blog mass extinction event.
I know that I never thought I'd still be at this old anvil trying to hammer cold iron words into shape every day, sixteen years and then some after I was pushed out of The News Blog comment section.
Funny old world.
Let's meet tomorrow if you choose Upon the shore, beneath the bridge That they are building on some endless river...