We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Actually, I'm going to Georgia first, to visit a whole passelful of relatives I haven't seen since I was a teenager.
Wail, howdee, nay-bah! Whuzzup heah in ol' Jo-ja?
For those of you just tuning in, I'm off to beautiful Mehico to have a cancerous tumor removed. Or, in doctor's parlance, I'm "being treated for my condition". Doctors never use ugly words like "cancer" and "tumor" because it'll cause me to dwell in the depths of despair forever. The back story is here, and it's not too late to donate a few shekels to the cause. I'm still facing some serious post-operative costs.
And certainly my deepest thanks to those who helped make this possible. I honestly thought when I first heard the verdict diagnosis that it was a death sentence, simply because I knew I'd never have the money even for a cut-rate (no pun intended) operation down in Mexico. But, between selling almost everything I own (they can have my Honda Civic when they pry it from my cold, dead fingers), the gang at my mom's rest home (they actually held an official PBS-style 'fundraiser', with skits and songs and magic acts by the residents to entertain the troops during the event), and, of course, the generous people here and on Instapundit.
As for my recuperation and getting back to blogging, I have no idea what to expect. Naturally, I've been hearing wildly different scenarios, although I think the worse ones are referring to a full-fledged colostomy, which is a far cry from what I'm getting, thank God. I have an extremely comfortable computer chair, and, being on a boat, the galley and head are just five feet away, so I should be able to get along just fine. Because the boat's a liveaboard, I've got tons of food and water at the ready should the global warmists be wrong and dirt reaches the point of spontaneous combustion far sooner than expected and I need to quickly head out to sea so I can be boiled alive.
(there's something wrong with that last sentence, but I just can't place it)
And, of course, no Big C update would be complete without a cartoon or two from my two dear, dear friends who have done their utmost to keep my spirits buoyed by sending me every gruesome, morbid, soul-eviscerating cartoon they come across. Bless their little hearts.
And it occurs to me that not only do Americans live longer than Britons, Australians and Canadians, but Hispanics, as well. Or, to be precise, "have more liveable time' than the others.
You know all those extra letters Britons use in words like "colour", "neighbour", "programme", etc? Well, all those little seconds it takes to type those extra letters adds up over time. If it takes 1 second to type the 'u' in 'colour', 'neighbour', etc, times one million uses over a lifetime, that's 12 days, or almost two weeks of wasted life.
And then we notice the unnecessary upside-down exclamation and question marks in Spanish. Again, countless days, wastefully thrown away.
In other words, compared to every Briton, Australian, Canadian and Spanish-speaking person in the world, you just gained 12 days of life.
Doc, you're a treasure, and we're lucky to have you. Posts like "Equus," "By the Numbers," "Evancho" and "Genes" are unparalleled in my experience. There's simply nobody else out there turning out pieces like that. When I got through with "Equus", I didn't feel like I'd just read some in-depth article, I felt like I'd been on an adventure.
The spirit of Mr. Ed, my beautiful home state of Indiana, and I pass along our love to you, and our wishes for a speedy recovery.
Oops, meant to add, good luck, Doc on your sojourn to foreign lands. Your stuff is great, I especially like the movie reviews + trailers. Both "Watchmen" and "Bunraku" were just as good as you said they were.
I know what you mean about "black humour" in times of trouble.
When our house burned down, a friend clipped the photo out of the local paper and attached a faux headline..."You know you are BBQ'ing too much when your house burns down and the neighbors assume that you are just making dinner."
All the best, good wishes and thoughtful prayers for a successful surgery and quick recovery. I love your site, your wit, and commitment to the "alternative" view. We need you back as soon as you can.
You had better do well at the clinic, because, in the spirit of free enterprise, those of us who contributed to your fund have an expectation that you will be back educating and entertaining us shortly.
Seriously, Doc, we pray that the surgeons' hands may be guided by a compassionate God and that your recovery is speedy and complete. To echo Peter, come back to us as soon as you can.
BTW, I live in the Peach state and the locals pronounce it more like Jawja with a very lazy jaw. They even refer to their U of G team name, Bull Dogs, as the 'Dawgs'. As a Tennessee Volunteer fan I find it all quite disgusting.