We are counting down, together, holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes, until Tuesday's 12th anniversary of this blog that is really a daily descent into the dark crevasses of deranged mind. Or maybe it's just funny except when it isn't. Either way, no matter where you joined this journey, if you remember Karl Rove's sex slave and gay couple Ron and Dave or you just got on the path in the last year, we are having a time, right?
So, like you'd tip your tour guide or your concierge or maybe just your bartender, the Rude Pundit is asking, as he does every other year, for readers to reach into their piggy banks and give a little cash love through the PayPal link below or on the side. He's angling to buy a brand-new damn computer, a case or so of good bourbon, and a plane ticket to Los Angeles to take part in the Happy Hour podcast with Stephanie Miller.
Hey, if some bastard prankster can do a Kickstarter for potato salad and earn $55k, giving here is at least 90% less douchey than that.
Just two days left and you won't hear the Rude Pundit ask for a dime for another couple of years. The response has been over-fuckin'-whelming so far. You guys and gals are inspiring, truly. So if you wanna ask a question or two, email it on to "rudepundit(at)yahoo(dot)com."
Be like reader Mike, who asks, "Are you going to write another book?" The Rude Pundit is currently at work on a book and he's got a play or two he'd like to get produced (any theaters interested? Hit him up). But he's probably not gonna do a new edition of The Rude Pundit's Almanack this year because, frankly, most of what he wrote last time is still valid. Shit, he's even got profiles of Santorum, Huckabee, and Jeb! in there. Also, writing that one almost destroyed his liver and the mind of his assistant.