Greetings from Georgia!

Ah, back in God's country again! If you've been wondering why I haven't blogged in the past 14 hours, it's because Junior and I were rolling down the road to Rome, Ga. I'm typing this from the home of Pierre-Rene Noth, whom I recently described as my "Menshevik editor."

Pierre's so far left, he's almost right. He's the intellectual proletariat of journalism, which means that he's a victim of the greedy bourgeois -- or, as it's pronounced in Georgia, "Burgett," as in Burgett Mooney III, publisher of the Rome News-Tribune.

Burgett is a splendid example of a greedy capitalist, which is why the Rome News-Tribune is still in business, while other papers are going bankrupt all over the place. Alas, Schumpeterian "creative destruction" required that my dear friend Pierre was offered "semi-retirement" at age 72.

Oh, the social injustice of it all! I keep telling Pierre that this is the opportunity of a lifetime, that all he needs to do is to read The Rules and become a Big Bad Blog Daddy like me -- if I can be Not Tucker Carlson, why can't he be Not Maureen Dowd?

Journalists of the World, Unite! You have nothing to lose but your salaries, benefits and bosses!

Oh, and if you're wondering why I'm in Rome tonight, I'll be talking to some old friends. Shhh! Don't tell my new friends about this. But do tell Kathy Shaidle. My old friends would love Kathy in Georgia, and if she ever gets exiled from Canada, she'd be welcomed as a refugee down here. (Pierre's a refugee from Milwaukee, which is far too close to Canada for my taste.)