It has been said so often as to become a cliché that “three is the charm.” I suppose there is some truth to it: three strikes and the pitcher is victorious over the batter; three Divine Persons doth a Trinity make; you need Moe, Larry and Curly to form a trio of Stooges. For yours truly, three represents the number of times I’ve blogged since retiring Manly’s Republic last year. I’ll spare you the traipse down memory lane. Suffice it to say, I’ve blogged extensively on my own site, blogged on a shared site and blogged under the direction of the founder of a political advocacy site. How did it all work out? The caption under my pic pretty much sums it all up.
I have walked my own way in step to the beat of a drummer only I can hear for as long as I can remember. Sometimes I took and sometimes I gave – but it was always mine to know which and when.
While it’s true there is no “I” in T-E-A-M, it’s also true there is no “team” in either Gene or Hoyas; I prefer to do things myself because it is the only assurance I have they will be done right. Even if I screw up royally – and believe me, if I had a nickel for every time I screwed up royally, I’d…well…let’s just say I’d have a lot of nickels – at least I don’t have to search far or long to find the culprit.
Half a century of life has left me with a longing to share myself with the world – or at least, that portion of the world capable of stomaching what I have to offer. It’s been my experience that those I encounter in whatever capacity – be it personally or through media such as this blog – either love me or hate me. I have yet to find a single yawn or shrug among those who have acquainted themselves with me for any appreciable length of time.
To those who spend some time here and decide they like me: welcome to my world! My life is made that much richer by your company.
To those who spend some time here and decide they dislike me: bugger off. Life is too short and getting shorter by the day for me to worry a moment about my detractors.