A Lack Of Output
Anyone who is still dropping by on a regular basis has undoubtedly noticed the cobwebs and tumbleweed.
For that I, and we, apologize.
We are not professional bloggers; rather we are blogging professionals. All of the contributors here have other obligations to attend to out there in the world of “real life”. It’s common at times for some of us to be more ready to write while others are occupied — it seems that we’ve hit a spell where just about all of us are slammed. Whether it be personal or professional, positive or negative, persistent or transient — and it’s been any combination of the above, depending on the author* — it’s gotten in the way of spending time writing for The Liberty Papers.
The good news is that I think things will be improving moving forward. Some of the issues being faced have definite end points in time, and others seem to have peaked and should allow more attention to the blog. I expect and hope things to start picking back up this month and return to a more consistent form from there.
In the meantime, we hope you hang in there with us, as the forces of collectivism take no respite from their cause. For as C.S. Lewis pointed out, they believe they’re working for our benefit:
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.
* I do not presume to discuss the situation others are under, but I am faced with escalating pressures in my career (which is a positive and productive thing) and the demands of a toddler and infant at home. From morning to night I’m consumed by one or the other, and get to the end of the day with a brain in shutdown — and the prospect of a night that might include wakings from either young’un. The kids are starting to consistently make it entirely or almost entirely through the night, and I’ve started a workout regimen to put my body and my mind right, and I’m already sensing a return of normal brain function. Well, as “normal” as it ever was, anyway.