It must have been an election year, huh? I mean, really, look at this filth. Angry this; angry that. Thank the Fates for freedom of speech, ya know what I’m sayin? It’s time for a kindler, friendly blog post of sorts. See? Like here’s my buddy, RahRah over at Rahrahpancakeeater , probably one of the best writers I’ve ever met. Seriously. He’s not one of those jarred up cuisine-lusters who only writes about sparkly vampires; he’s not one of those poets who hurls mustard at documentaries while screaming about Death to Petrie Dishes! He’s an honest-to-Fate poet who does something well and does it over and over again. And then, I noticed, well, his blog fell. Like crusted over fell. I suppose he fell in love or that one of myriad of cats took him hostage, but it became the time to chat with him again about blogging and, therefore, writing SOMETHING again. To boot, I’ll join him, if you don’t mind. However, I’m going to ask that if you visit this post, you visit his as ...