Owing, I'm sure, to some horrible case of mistaken identity, which I'm sure will be rectified any moment now, I've been invited by Kevin Hayden, the editor of The American Street, to be a weekly contributor to that group blog. I've been given Wednesdays as my day to pitch in.
A quick glance at the roster of contributors will reveal a coterie of some of the smartest people in Left Blogsylvania -- giant Progressive brains fairly bulging out all over the landscape -- and the invitation to join this gang has me feeling like a dreadful fraud. Well, fraudulent is as fraudulent does, as the man said, and I'll keep up the grift until they rip the epaulets off my regimental tunic.
I'm probably not going to start absolutely right away. I need to lurk a bit, pick up on the zeitgeist. And as I've maybe said before, Net access at my rural home is a ridiculous 28.8 experience, and the kind of atomic-powered research you need to do justice to a Serious Frowny-Faced Political Post just ain't possible at that speed. With every digit I possess crossed and fervent Nembutsu chants raised every five minutes, I hope against hope that WiFi access might be granted me in late May, and at that point I think you can expect to start to see some posts that haven't been sneakily typed during lunch breaks -- both here and at The American Street.