There are times when I ask myself…

…”Moe, are you sure that this no-politics vacation makes sense? I mean, what if you miss covering something?” When that happens, I look myself squarely in the eye (it’s a mystic kung fu thing. You wouldn’t understand) and say, “Shoot, man, it’s not like they couldn’t replace me with a specially-trained cybernetic wombat. Besides, look at this and tell me that we’re not smack dab in Silly Season territory right now.”

And then I stand mute, bowled over by my keen, ninja-like logic…

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