I remember when the Wolf said he was going to take a break. Bond with the family. Some much needed quality time. I'm thinking, I could use a break too. The Wolf is everywhere! More posts than a cornfield fence. More thoughts to share than a woman with ADD. More angles than a Hoberman sphere. Aaaahhhhh, a breather. It lasted, what, 2 days? I didn't even get a breath. I think I blinked once. In the midst of a stretch. A fleeting glimpse of freedom. A glance back to a more peaceful time. A single leaf falling in autumn. He's back with a vengeance. He's tossing lines like a 1986 coke addict. He's typing like a thousand monkeys writing Shakespeare. He's blathering on like a punch drunk caffeine junkie. Got a rolling verbiage like a preacher on Sunday morn. He's tossing them off like a sex addict in solitary. 6000 posts, 8ooo posts, 10,000 posts, he's on a steamroll, an avalanche of words, a pelting hailstorm of letters, a driving rain of punctuation. He's the fifth horseman of the apocalypse, the great pandemic of the millennium, the scourge of our time. The question isn't will the Wolf make 6000 posts, it's will we survive?
Before your criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you do criticize them, you're a mile away and have their shoes.