Confucius apologizes for getting behind on the mail. We’ve got a few correspondents’ with public comments that your Œc. Vol. hasn’t gotten to. Vaminos, muchachos.

• “Charlie Foxtrot” sends in a link to Paul Ryan’s great graphics on the unaffordability of ObamaCare.
• J.S. inquires “How goeth your other bracket, that of the menial NCAA tournament? I can only think that it is perfect, seeing as you own the referees and secret umpires.” No comment. Only that it makes for a crappy office pool at the Castle. Though we don’t let ’Puter hold the money any more. Let’s just say one year we never got a dime back, but the kitchen ended up with 200 50-gal. drums of ranch dressing. Disgusting.
• Dr. J checks in from the ḥajj to Mikkah in al-Lando to note that his right-of-him wife forbade his discovering the level of Obamalatry in the Hall of Presidents. She’s making us all hot and bothered. S-E-X-E.
• Dancin’ Dave F checks in noting the frontal-cortex-collapsing idiocy of a Peter King Sports Illustrated column in which he praises Congress for passing the health-care bill a couple paragraphs after spending 450+ words bitching about the service he gets on Amtrak.

Ok, we should be current. Apologies if your letter has been lost or languishing. The Volgi has been up to his 烏紗帽 in sorcery of late.

Confucius, Œc. Vol.

Don’t ask impertinent questions like that jackass Adept Lu.