I baited and you clicked, so let’s do this.
First, the blog will end in about six months. I still have some time and some stuff I want to say, and I’m going to say it. Mostly it will be further debauched tales and making fun of mainland Chinese.
Second, the reason is not what you think. I promised you a weird reason, and a weird reason you shall have.
It is not because I have run out of puff. I’ve got stacks of puff.
It is not because I’m scared of being doxxed. That’s highly unlikely because this blog receives so little traffic, and deservedly so.
It is not because I’ve got some terrible disease or am suffering a major mental breakdown. My mental state has been like this since I was a child and it’s never done me any harm.
It’s not because I’ve had a change of heart on the shibboleths of the dark enlightenment. I was never convinced by all of them. Monarchies suck arse. I don’t mind foreigners too much. Public education and health care strongly correlate with civilization. I still hate the politically correct straitjacket we’re put in when trying to discuss these issues. Yes, people are different. Democracy is almost as bad as monarchy. Violent dimwits are breeding. Whatareyagunnado.
And it’s not because I’ve fallen in love with some floozy and she’s ordered me to shut up shop. None of you seriously suspected that, did you?
Nope, the reason is I’m planning to move to a new location. A remote, third world country where the internet is patchy and unreliable, not to mention power and water. It is unlikely that I’ll be able to update this blog weekly so what’s the point. I’ll just mothball it and think about what to do with it later if I get out of there alive.
So what am I going to do in the absence of regular use of the internet? I’m going to get fit, meditate and read. Hopefully write a second novel less shit than the first. I am trying to read through the Western canon, together with some Eastern classics, but I’m still stuck in the early Roman Empire. Like the Gauls, a wag might say. This is the break I need to release time and get things done. Please send me your reading suggestions – just classics that I may not have heard of, for now. I have no time for fripperies.
So, six more months or so of posts and then . . . not goodbye; let’s just call it: ‘Smell you later’.
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