I’m back…

… and I’m not going to apologize for having been away for a few days, nor am I going to explain why I was absent. This is just the way I see it: I don’t owe you anything, just like you don’t owe me anything. I like to blog, this is by far the main reason why I do it – and I intend to keep it that way.

That said: Last week I believe I got just a little bit closer to figuring out just who actually reads my blog. I really would like to know, most bloggers do. How did I get information about this, you might ask?

Cepos is a good place to start.

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday my stats plummeted, even though I posted two posts Monday and three posts Wednesday. Tuesday was the lowest number yet since the switch to wordpress, and it wasn’t just a random insignificant outlier – of that I’m quite sure. At the same time, I have been told that a lot of the young, smart Danish libertarians and conservatives were in Copenhagen this week; discussing politics, drinking beers and having fun among equals. Well, whatever they did, they certainly were not reading my blog…

On an entirely different note, I started my summer-reading this weekend. I ordered the book the 20th of June. The book consists of a collection of some of Lenin’s own letters and other kinds of correspondance, from the Russian archives; ranging from a telegram to the Atkarsk District Land Department concerning the future delivery of pigs and sheep from the province, to several letters to Stalin, Trotsky and/or the Politburo, most of which had not (when the book was first published in 96) previously been published.

It’s a collection of primary sources, so I know some people would find it a bit boring. I didn’t find it boring – it is a fascinating read, especially for a guy like me, who would have liked to make a career out of digging into the archives myself, if only the pay had been a bit higher. There’s a lot of good stuff hidden in this book, and it is not one-dimensional. Even so, it would be very difficult, and it would indeed demand an impressive amount of creativity and conceptual stretching, to read this book, and afterwards still think that Lenin was not a notorious liar and a mass murderer – among other things.

It would be nice if Ole Vagn and other morons like him actually sat down and read it, but I’m not holding my breath…