Snow Pond, NH -
I will be the first to admit I have become a hack. Yes, that spineless breed of dime-a-dozen wannabes who call themselves journalists while they wear their fancy suits and spit out the same old bullshit day in and day out. I haven't written anything live in weeks, and have been relying on news analysis to keep the blog afloat. Next time you see me feel free to slap me. This is not what I came to do.
Excuses abound. These past two weeks have brought a change in the blog life, and not just on account of the coming of the red leaves. I have begun working a couple of day jobs to keep the bills in the blue, and as a result both writing and candidate time have been drastically slashed. The buck stops here, though. I was spending like whatever drunken sailors had been at the helm of the McCain campaign last spring while only bringing it in like Chris Dodd. 7,000 miles on the Sentra's odometer and 350 IPAs from Granite State watering holes later and a shakeup was needed. Hell, I even needed to postpone my bar review column until I could afford to better investigate my subjects.
Enter today's confession as I sit here on the ground floor of the barn with the computer on my lap and the last drops of my bottle of Elijah Craig filling a glass next to me. And so I make a renewed commitment to excellence, such a commitment not made since May Day of 2002, when I beat the odds to run my first ever sub-10 minute beer mile in a then-blistering 8:09. By God I will not be a mom's basement blogger. By God I will be on the campaign trail, witnessing the speeches, watching the crowds, working the word processors and seeking truth for all you non-Granite Staters, and even a few of you lucky enough to be here.
Let's do this. Let's Regulate.