they dont. theyre cowardly and dull and predictable and secretly love me, so whatev.
haters are fine. haters remind you that youre the shit. when people were all, hey lay off instapundit, he cant help being whatever he is for the Right. and i was like, dude, best thing i can do for insta is throw some attention his way. when they ignore you youre fucked. and he can pretend to ignore me on his blog, but why should i play those sort of highschool girl games here.
the busblog is where the examples are set.
speaking of set. its four twenty right now. the sun is setting. my boss hasnt been here all day and ive only been able to take one of my government mandated 15 minute breaks. how does that happen? cuz we’re busy today. hella busy. im always busy.
have i told you that i love you? i do.
the readers of the busblog have made this stretch at the xbi totally worth it. youve given me everything and then some. none of you bitch when i put poems up, none of you bitch when i write about me-me-me, none of you bitch when i bitch, youre right there with me every step i take and under any other circumstance that wouldnta happened.
the busblog the last few weeks has averaged two thousands readers a day. thats double what was happening last year at this time.
welcome interstate managers
let me also thank the angels behind the blog. first mr jeff solomon who fixed my computer and excorsized the demons hiding as spyware. one day a woman will give birth to a hebrew son. i will name that child jeff solomon.
then theres mr ken basart who took my computer from mr jeff solomons lovely home and drove it to my hollywood hideaway and left it at my gates for the maids to pick up when they were finished polishing my bannisters.
if i dont say it enough its because im busy saving the world, but i truly do feel like the luckiest man in the world a lot. and im grateful and i thank you.
now watch me hit this bowl.