Last week I deleted a past post on which I wrote about the drug violence we've got going on down here - there seems to be some retaliation on unauthorized news reporting going on and I'd like to keep my head attached.
The thing is though that ever since I took it down I haven't been able to think of anything else to write about. It's like that "Don't think about an Elephant" thing and I've ended up coming here to my blog and staring at a blank "New Post" page every day this week and eventually just shutting the computer down in frustration.
It pisses me off that I should be afraid to write about certain subjects, but for my heads safety and for Daisy I've got to do what's safe. Americans are used to freedom of speech and I'm bucking like a stubborn mule trying to get over it.
I'm muley on good days damn it.
Ah well, maybe sharing the frustration will get things moving again, like . . . a verbal laxative.
I don't feel the urge to poo yet.
Nope, no poo.