WTF Is It Now?!?

Terry commented yesterday that WTF doesn't engender that many comments (close to zero, actually) - or even visitors. After pulling myself out of a depression and drinking away my feelings of inadequacy, I put my tin-foil thinking cap on and drank some more.

Here's what I've come up with so far:

People are repulsed by my immature sense of humor.

The entries seem to have been written by Homer Simpson during a bad attack of PMS.

They're afraid of getting on a "list" somewhere in Washington.

I don't analyze the news. Well, no. You can't spell 'analyze' without A-N-A-L, and I have enough issues, thank you.

Must think....