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I'm THINKING. That's dangerous. It's also not conducive to the sort of semi-mindless cut-and-paste-and-maybe-snark sort of process which makes the Whip what it is, God help us all.

But, like I say, I'm taking a breather. I'm thinking about a few things. OK, I'm thinking about a LOT of things. I may write about some of them. Actually, writing is one of the things I'm thinking about.

I'm also catching up on some other non-bloggy duty-and-life type stuff that I've probably let slide a bit too long.

Hang in there, tip your waitresses, and work diligently for the overthrow of our lying bastard socialist collectivist poopyhead overlords! Power to the people, comrades! We shall overcome, someday! (Holds up right arm, hand clenched in fist, making it very, very hard to type.)

And no, Barack, I won't unclench my fist. You unclench yours, first.