So last night I looked through my emails. Nothing. I checked my Facebook page. Nothing. I checked my Twitter page. Nothing.
Ah, but today fellow warriors, things have changed. I was attacked by three trolls on Twitter, and another over at my Townhall blog.
But in the course of the day's battle, I came across a tweet that I felt was worth re-tweeting. I didn't write it, I simply re-tweeted it.
So as I indulge in my periodic allusions to the mythical world of Kings and Queens and guillotines (watch the amazing video here), and I describe the political fight for taking back our country in a more poetically licensed way, allow me to proudly show you all my war wound. It's a light cut across the forearm that should earn me respect from my fellow warriors. Yes, my friends, that was Keith Olbermann's sword that nicked me.
Okay, so I haven't reached the pinnacle of pinnacles or been crowned with the greatest crown of crowns - one only to be hoisted on the heads of such great warriors as Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, Bill O'Reilly, Glenn Beck, Michele Bachmann and Sarah Palin. I have not made it to the coveted list of Worst Person in the World. But street cred is street cred and I am the ish even if for just a quick moment.