It's because my blogging muse has done and left me. Meanwhile, my fiction muse is working overtime, so I've been working on a couple of short stories. One is about a Martha Stewart type whose "to-do" list includes murder; another is about a future where Oprah is the Goddess of the most prominent religion. If I decide they are worth finishing, I'll post some excerpts at some point.
In the meantime: there is no one who makes me want to believe in Hell more than Karl Rove makes me want to believe in Hell. The idea of him roasting for all eternity makes me feel so happy and peaceful inside. The fact that people like Rove aren't smited down on a routine basis is evidence against the existance of God.
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