My friends, I fully intended to avail you all with another essay filled with wit, wisdom and profundity but alas, I tarried too long in the cranial cobwebs searching for the muse. The wily wordstress evaded me and I emerged without a construct. I hung my tin head in shame and despondency but at the last possible moment, just before I banished myself to the gloomy wilderness to beg the wood elves for a flogging, I caught a glimpse of something shimmering in a small corner of the interwebz. What could the glimmer of light be? I approached with trepidation. I’ve been fooled before, you see, lured by some shaman’s chant or siren’s call.
But not this time. For as I opened the link behind the door of email uncertainty, I found none other than the master himself, although he would never call himself such. I pulled back the curtain and to my delight there he was – Bill Whittle! waiting to share words of encouragement and motivation.
Is it no wonder that I could not find the elusive wench of wisdom? She was attending to Bill all along! And they have produced a masterful piece which is certain to enlighten and entertain! So I have created a portal through which you may view this shiny gem and partake of libertarian goodness.
Drink deep, my friends. Bill has found the grail! If only it would be more than a dream…