I must say I’m surprised.  I sincerely thought Mercer had kicked the bucket since his last column in May for christsakes.  Here I sent flowers and everything to his widow too, let’s call her Marge.  Marge didn’t take too kindly to the death notice I ran in the paper either, but you can’t make an omelet, etc.  At least that’s what I told her when she called me up and screamed at me.  The things I do to keep the writers in line.

Turns out the bastard’s alive, and just to prove a gang of George Romero’s shambling zombies didn’t consume his brain (as reported in the paper), he went ahead and wrote a column this month about flogging.  No I won’t explain what it is that’s what his column is for.  Well that and running ads.

Also, it seems that Sammon’s back with some buyer’s remorse about the last election, but we don’t judge here.  We berate, criticize and ritually disembowel, but no judgments.  They pay people to wear black robes and do that somewhere else.  Somewhere a lot less fun.

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