Don't worry, I'm still here!

Hey guys,

Man, been pretty quiet here on the Tirade for a few days. A lot of you have sent in letters and expressed your concern in a variety of ways, and I'm really thankful for those who stay on top of it. For example, here's a letter I received yesterday:

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Dear McClane Tirade,

The first few days were okay. I had my morning cup of coffee, read the new Garfield cartoon, checked weather.com and went on with my everyday routine. But there was no new Tirade post.

By the fourth day, a slow, building panic began to build up in my stomach, ultimately resting soundly in my heart. There was an aching. It was an aching on par with a gunshot to the chest while wearing a bullet proof vest. Not that I know what that actually feels like, but I've seen actors take that kind of damage in movies and it certainly looks the way my heart felt. On the inside. Of my soul.

The fifth day was a bloody nightmare for the farthest, deepest regions of hell itself. It seems like I'd just fallen apart. I'd watched the Bruce Hornsby video countless times by now, but if I had to count, I'd estimate 36. Checking back every hour on the hour. Hitting that refresh button like a severe burn victim taps a morphine drip. Nothing. No sign. No satisfaction. No masturbation material for later.

This day... the sixth day... something inside me just couldn't take it any longer. With no Tirade, life just really even worth living. At least in the way I'd planned. I've come to accept my new life now... a rebel. A renegade. Somebody who plays against the rules. Somebody who carries a knife and a real bad attitude into public places. A person who wants action tonight.

I changed that night. I changed forever and now nothing will be the same.

See, the Tirade isn't just a magical place where amazing things happen and people find everything they're searching for... it's a binding tie to the strands of life itself.

Please make a new post. Bind me, McClane. Bind my ties.

Sincerely,

Frank Stallone

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Frank, I've got you covered, my man. Thanks for the letter and for the love.

Because in the end, it's all about love, isn't it?

Hey, speaking of some good lovin', come on back soon, Frank, for my upcoming VALENTINE'S DAY CELEBRATION post!!!!

10 gallons of sugar,

-McClane