I've batted around the idea recently about actually committing to contributing more posts to this blog. You may have seen that my post-per-hour count has dropped significantly since the wrap-up of the "hunt". As the readership grew, I posted less and less because I was afraid that I'd offend someone and then everyone would leave. But recently I've had a birthday and my give-a-dang-o-meter has been recalibrated.
I've realized that for the past few months, my original intent of being a bigoted, opinionated know-it-all has taken a backseat to a more sophisticated and politically correct say-nothing wuss -- an antipodean Joe almost like Superman's alter ego, Clark "Wobbly-kneed" Kent.
I had a great post the other day about how cheating is sometimes the best option, but I was a little concerned that some prepubescent homeschooler would no longer look up to me. So I posted ... nothing.
Then there was the post about William Wilberforce and how few African-Americans actually know his name. But that was a little racially controversial, so I posted ... nothing.
And I can't tell you how many times I wanted to get charged up how intolerant some religious people can be and chose to post nothing or had a wonderful insight on some subject but did nothing.
Those days are over, people.
Man the topsails! To the battle stations! Damn the torpedoes! I'm pressing on and in my wake will be blood and tears.