James McSaddle is The Lazarus Man

James McSaddle Is:
THE LAZARUS MAN
by Dr. James McSaddle

Clearly it isn't Robert Urich, or else he would have come back from the dead to try the new sliders* at Burger King.

However, I am back from an extended hiatus. Let me give you a few reasons why I haven't been posting.

1.) My short stories and essays have been for class and they are of very little interest to my readers.

And myself.

2.) My schooling is fucked, I've moved, and I have had to look for a 'real' job. I've even applied for jobs in politics despite my insistence that I would never again do so. Poverty has a funny way of making you do desperate things.

Some people become thugs and pushers, others become prostitutes, and if I get back into politics, I'll be doing a combination of such deeds, thereof.

3.) I am getting ready to spend five weeks in Europe.

4.) I started a novel. Yup, I did it. I was going strong late April, and then the above shit happened and I haven't even looked at it in a month. But, I am going to go at it again as soon as I am done with this post.

I've been wanting to write about Torture Gate, the Sotamayor appointment, American Democratic Socialism, Conan, and David Carradine, but I just haven't had a moment to be in my own head about anything.

I am again prepared to give you frequent assessments on the banalities produced by my cognition. If that's why you look at this blog, you're in luck, because I'm back.

If you don't like it, you can close this tab and go back to jacking off to bestiality porn.

*"Burger Shots" I guess are what they call them. They aren't great, I prefer a real burger myself, especially as they have sesame seeds on the bun.