Time to turn off the Royal We button on the keyboard for this one.
This post officially marks my last moment as Mr. Head Editor for the site. Maybe I’ll be around here and there in the future to share a thought or two, but the day-to-day operations will no longer be under my control. I’ve tried as best I can to juggle this website, my job, my three African orphans, my constant fight for woman’s rights (to have sex with me), my scheme of stealing money from the poor to give to the rich, digesting food, and my morning jog, during which I smuggle illegal Canadian immigrants across the border. But it’s all just become too much for me to handle, so I had to take a look at my life and reevaluate my priorities. After dumping the orphans off on my mother’s doorstep, I realized I still had more life-cleaning to do, which is why I’m signing off today.
I’m not entirely sure what’s going to happen to this site from now on, but keep your eyes peeled. I’m sure there’ll be news regarding the future of The Coming either here or over at The Apiary, but if you have any questions, send an electronified mail.
So, that’s all. Don’t worry. You’ll all get through this somehow. Probably by turning to alcohol.
I love each and every one of you equally, except for three of you, whom I loath,
Rick



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