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A Word On Our Newest Coblogger
You may have noticed that we eagerly announced Michael Gaelin, a law student in the Netherlands who TMV read and felt was all over the place politically, as our newest co-blogger. He did a few posts, than seemingly vanished.
It’s because soon after joining TMV he got very sick. We believe (and hope) there is no connection (but reading TMV’s own posts will do that to you, as some readers told TMV this weekend). Due to this, some bloggers (including from this site TMV himself and Holly) tried to help him keep his own blog going during his hospitalization.
Read the details HERE.
We’re happy Michael is now out of the hospital. And when he starts posting again at TMV we will consider ourselves lucky, in more ways than one.
7 Responses to “A Word On Our Newest Coblogger”
My sincerest wishes for a swift recovery and a happy return to health Michael.
Thank you very much!
You are very welcome.
Michael,
Been reading some of the post topics and the one entitled “Lukewarm” tickles me.
Luke warm is something no one can accuse me of LOL
Lukewarm jumped the shark.
Chippedchips: well, normally no one can accuse me of being luke warm either. Either hot or cold, but never luke warm. That is exactly why I chose to name the article lukewarm: it is an exception.
Michael,
It seems to be a hundred years ago back back in the 60′s when I was a young man. War and combat turned me hot(blooded) and taught me I could learn to hate a people after seeing first hand the demonstrated inhumanity “those people” were capable of. And I haven’t cooled off all that much since then.
On August 6, 1966 one six man special ops teams, that had been inserted into Cambodia, near Kraite on the Mekong river, was five days overdue at the designated XP or extraction point and I was ordered to take my team in for S&R.
On our second day in, August 8th, we found the six men, or what was left of them, as they had been ambushed. Their bodies had been butchered. Arms, legs hacked off and hacked to hamburger as were their torsos, entrails scattered about like so much spagetti their heads severed and put on bamboo pikes. I cannot today accurately describe the odor of that place and I still wretch from the smell of cattle slaughter houses.
Before that day I had no hate or love for those people, our enemy, and felt what we did over there was just following orders issued, doing a job, assignments we carried out against an enemy like them or not.
That day I learned to hate and hold it, and from that day forward I became a cold, empty killing machine.
So when I’m harsh with, or offend some people in the blogs with some of the things I write with pointed directness, that I can in time, be forgiven. Because without any pretense or apology, I am what I am.