Really. A combination of personal, family, and business issues are keeping me from having time to focus on posting. It was yesterday before I realized there was some reason people I encountered kept making pedophilia jokes about someone named Foley. I am totally fogged in, mostly by stuff relating to that sudden parenthood thing you've all heard too much about. Check back occasionally--I'll try to post something that isn't snivelling once every few weeks, and if there's an uptick in substance or the frequency thereof, you'll figure it out. I think that by now, you know well enough where I stand. In the meantime, read bDr, to whom you can link on the right, and all of those celebrities over there as well (especially TBogg and Rude, who will at least alert you if there is something about which you should be outraged), and especially the very fine sports blogs in the Sausage section, which tend to be a bit less maddening than anything involving Mark Foley's love of perfectly formed 16-year-old cocks.
You need to know that this is a self-indulgent vanity blog. I don't care how you got here (and you do get here by some very strange pathways); do not come here looking for deep unassailable meaning. If you knew me, you'd know better.
In case I need to spell this out for you, much of the content in this blog is either inside baseball (private public jokes between me and friends) or satirical. Much of my expression, even when talking about real-world stuff, is satirical. I have strong opinions. Here are a few:
Government exists to promote well-being.
Yes, that's a broad sweep.
Compromise is functionally necessary.
Hate is unacceptable in real life (sports excepted; if you don't like that distinction, you're not entirely wrong, and fair play to you). I elaborate on this because it's an easy word to use, and you may see me use it. I audit on this word, and I'm confident about the contexts in which I've used it here.
There is no need to compromise with hate.
Satire draws on the need to highlight that which is wrong.
The satirist should re-examine satire that sounds like hate.
That includes me.
You need to know that I sometimes use language that others find profane. While I believe that words are words and there's nothing to fear, I respect both opposing viewpoints and your right to not read this blog.
Sometimes I do write about serious things. When I do, I'm right, and you either agree with me or you're wrong. Sucks to be you, huh? Of course, if you knew me, you'd already understand this, and it would suck considerably less to be you.
You may find me incomprehensible. As a service to you, I have created the Minionsglossary, to help you decipher. It's all about you, bitchez.
This blog's email address is minionsblog (at) gmail (dot) com. The old address was hacked and no longer belongs to Landru, because Google isn't very smart (and neither is Landru).
All material copyright (c) 2005-2016 by You Are My Minions and its owner, whose name can be deduced if one thoughtfully contemplates every single word ever posted here. Which would really be a bloody waste of time.