Life is hard. We all have our daily struggles to deal with, and we do. We get up, we put on our ass-kicking boots, and we live. But every once in a while the universe squares up and really kicks you in the nuts. And when it does, it's not some glancing, clip-the-sack blow either. I'm talking about one of those full-frontal, stars in the eyes, vomit inducing kicks in the nuts. The kind of kick that makes you wish you were dead just so the pain would stop. The kind of kick that, if you survive, will make you appreciate every pain-free breath for the rest of your life.

That's the tricky part right there: surviving. We've all got our ways and means, but every one of us needs time, and my time is up. I still hurt, but my ass-kicking boots are calling.

In the mania of my recovery I've cleaned, organized, and simplified anything and everything I could get my hands on. This blog was the last little bit of clutter left in my life that needed a good bleaching, so I've taken a wire brush to the code and this is the result. Nothing special, it just is.

I'm not sure yet what direction “rapid dissent” will take from here on out. Ranting about politics and indulging in the odd conspiracy theory is great fun, don't get me wrong, but I'm not sure I've got the energy to continue screaming into the ether.

For the time being, my only dissent will be against urge to say nothing at all.

Happy New Year.

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