I'M OUT. Well, for the moment at least. This blog is no longer what I signed up for, and it has turned into something that isn't a good fit for me, my politics, or my style. Never say never and all, but it is time for a break.
By the way, my departure has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the phone number "1-555-von-wants" appears several times in the little black book of a certain D.C. Madam. Or the racy IM messages that Newsweek uncovered between me and a couple, umm, dozen underage male pages. And my departure is certainly not influenced by the fact that the FBI found a bagfull of money in my freezer, along with a couple rocks of crack cocaine. Personal use, people! I just want to spend more time with my family. I also need to do some work on my drinking habit: Quite frankly, I'm not drinking enough.
I would conclude in true Nixonian form with, "So, you won't have old von to kick around anymore," but that isn't true. You do have old von to kick around some more! In comments! Hurrah!
All the best.