Especially since I'm not in the habit of sending fan-mail or otherwise manifesting my approval (who really cares?) or my support (other than a few hundred regretted dollars in Charles Johnson's Tip Jar back in the days when it wasn't embarrassing to be a member of LGF.
I stopped reading around the time that Ms.NewNoun Weasel and her unfortunate partner began to go all psychotic on the few remaining LGF free spirits (of which Bagua, who has a brain and isn't shy about using it), but feeling a Disturbance in the Force several weeks ago, I checked back in what has become blogdom's own Hotel California and witnessed all the shit that went down the moment you began standing up for Assange & Co.
All of which to say that even if you are financed by the Russian Mafia and/or the Chinese (or was it North Korea?) I still think you're a swell guy and would very much appreciate if you could pass on your contact info for said financeers: in other words, I'll write any kind of shit for or against anyone if the price is right.
But no one is paying me to write the present lines of encouragement however vague, and I hope that the compliment will neither be wasted on you nor go to what has been variously described as your faggot, metrosexual, hacker, or simply too-intelligent-for-his-own-good head by certain cretins over at The Diary of Daedalus, which I've also started reading as a homeopathic antidote to the cretinousecho chamber that LGF has become.
It's a few hours past Christmas Eve where I am and not yet Christmas where you are, but I wish you the best for the coming year and what's left of this one. May Santa bring you all you desire, and may you find the energy and rage to keep up the good work: it's that much less for me to do.