For those of you interested in statistics, I've decided to give you some, in order to save you the trouble that you might otherwise have to incur. This blog has been alive for 891 beautiful, wonderful days. For these 891 days, I shared some of myself with you. Not all of myself, and for several days, I pretended to be someone else. I was ashamed of this record of myself for a period, but I ultimately returned.
As you should have guessed by now, Solomon Libertius was a pseudonym. It was a fake name that I came up with in order to gain some form of notoriety. You should also have guessed that I am somewhat younger than twenty-five years old, although I may have fooled some.
But I digress. Over these past 891 days, I wrote a total of nearly ninety posts, but sadly publishing only 84 of them. I disproved the myth to myself that I would never be able to write anything of value, but I did not succeed in convincing the spirit of self-doubt in myself that my writings would never amount to anything in anyone else's eyes, that this blog would not achieve a fame of any sort. On average, I published a post every 10 and a half days, although the non-existant adherents of this blog (or the two people who check it every month or so) should know that this is merely an average; I have gone far longer between posts than a mere ten days (by my count, the record is only a few days short of fifteen months, back in '07-'08 [which is odd, by my count, but this isn't the time for unnecessary calculations]).
This blog, this font of superfluous words of gratuitous length that reads more like an SAT prep course or a young person trying to sound much older than he is will not be missed by many, but one, the author, will miss it dearly. This blog has helped me to grow, and it has played an overly large part in making me the man I am today. It has helped me change from an overeager college student into a confident political consultant. With it, I always know that I am addressing the world, although the world may not be listening.
So here, on February 20, 2010, at midnight, I will lay to rest the bombastic, overconfident, vulgar character of Solomon Libertius in the populous, yet constantly expanding graveyard of internet infamy. My only hope is that he will achieve the notoriety and fame in the afterlife that always eluded him in this one.
But before I go, I want to make a couple predictions for the next decade, since I missed that whole wave. In fact, let me make ten.
1. China will do something.
2. Canada will not hit their medal quota.
3. Somebody will make a self-referential hyperlink.
4. America will degenerate into mild anarchy or become a mild police state, instead of the state of loose order that we are currently in.
5. Some country will start a war.
6. Someone will hedge their bets.
7. More than one billion people will die.
8. The world might end.
9. The media will make a big fuss over nothing (I was going to do the each word a link thing again, but that takes way too long).
10. Somebody will become undeservedly famous and rich, but not necessarily the same person.
So. That's it. I'm done. Good luck to you all, and have fun. By the way, if I turn out to be right with the predictions, please leave a comment or two. Maybe one comparing me to Nostradamus. Okay, thanks.
I was never good at endings. Or goodbyes.
Fuck this. Bye.