No, there was no drive-by on Taiwan Boulevard, no mysterious explosive devices found on the premises, no anthrax (that was just a rumour) and we haven't stopped gently ranting by any means.
However the offices of The Gentle Rant are being refurbished (say that word three times, it's lovely) and I have been assigned the job of translating Mao's Little Red Book into Ebonics. So The Journalist's War has been put on the back burner for a few days.
So thanks to Dr. T. Hulsey of the Republic of Formosa, for finding us something suitably twisted to read in the meanwhile, Unintentionally Sexual Comic Book Covers, Pt. 1