A CRY FOR HELP

I can accept that I don’t get trackbacks any more. TBP hasn’t been a traditional blog for over six months now. Also since everybody else is pontificating about Terri Schiavo, I can understand the lack of interest in tracking back to me, since I’ve shown little interest in the Outrage du Jour. (OK, that’s a lie . . . I’ve shown no interest in it.)

I can accept that I’ve been an “Adorable Little Rodent” in the TTLB Ecosystem for about eight months now, without any significant upward or downward movement. With the crush of blogs being added every day, maintaining one’s place is pretty much the same as moving up.

I can accept that Instapundit will never visit this site and bestow me with a little crumb from his traffic. After all, I’ve had a FARKalanche, and that was almost as good.

Shoot, I can even tolerate not making the Beltway Traffic Jam for a couple months. James Joyner has been more than gracious to me over the past two years, after all; he doesn’t owe me a thing.

But dang it, it’s been almost twelve hours since I had to delete any poorly-spelled spam dealing with online poker or phentermine. I can understand everybody else’s lack of interest in what I’ve been writing here lately–but why have the spammers forsaken me all of a sudden?