I have been resurrected. In that I have found some free time once again to speak of being Frey. Jeffrey Frey. Perhaps it is the dawning of a new age into which the world has stepped in. To. Perhaps it is the awakening of the sleeping masses to a breath of fresh air coming out of the one place you would never have suspected. From the liberal wilderness that is Mad Hattan, comes a voice that is as clear and crisp and rigid as the follicles that distinguish the speaker. His words to us a clarion call that has torn down one wall so as to build yet another greater wall.
And it is on his shoulders, this giant, that I now perch, suddenly assured that my words, will be accepted, and perhaps shared, without the hinderance of worrying about the facts. I need not worry about being correct, politically or otherwise, ever again. With impunity, I strike at the very ills that I think are wrong with the world. Not matter where they strive to destroy us or if they thrive at all.
As for my reemergence. You are welcome to it.