You know what I want (or maybe you don’t)
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Because after 18 years as a front pager on this site I still don’t know how to schedule posts to appear at a certain time (in this as well as so many other ways I am LGM’s token Boomer FPer), I’m trying to sneak this in between some other pleas.
Some time this summer I’ll put up my 7,000th post on LGM, which a Voice From Heaven has told me is going to be about TrumpTod. If you don’t know what TrumpTod is, then you don’t read this site obsessively, which is probably good for you but bad for us.
Did you know that Herman Melville’s royalties from sales of Moby-Dick were $1,259.45 over the course of his lifetime? You do now — and why? Because of LGM, which will not continue to exist if you don’t support it.
Writing every day for this site is hard, and getting harder, because nobody reads any more, which is depressing as hell, but we do it because although it would be a lot easier to prepare our new tungsten-carbide drill for the preliminary coal face scouring operations, we prefer to put in a full working day, not like you and your coal mining friends.
The other thing that will die if this dies is the internet’s best site for random Monty Python and Spinal Tap references. What are they going to say when LGM dies? Are they going to say it was a wise blog? That it was a kind blog? That it had plans, it had wisdom?
Bullshit man.
You.