Not a Rickroll, honest.

Looks like this is it. I’ve been blogging here at the Daily Caller since the site launched, all the way back on January 11, 2010. But now it’s time for me to go.

Daily blogging can be a fun job, but it can also be a grind. Living on the Internet 24/7 has turned out to be kind of a bad idea. It seems to have driven everyone utterly insane. Everyone except me, of course! But spending every waking moment online, for years at a time, has taken its toll on me. Wading nostril-deep through the endless hostility and madness and dishonesty, being expected to have an instant “take” on every single thing that happens, every minute of every day, is exhausting.

I’m tired. Aren’t you tired?

I plan to keep writing, because otherwise I’ll need to get a real job. But I just can’t maintain the manic, unrelenting pace required to keep a blog viable in 2017. At the beginning of the year I was told to go from three posts a day to five (I did), on the theory that it would boost my traffic (it didn’t). I just don’t know how else to get more clicks. Recently I was given a month to do so, but I can’t crank out even more posts in a day, day after day, without sacrificing the minimal level of quality my readers expect.

And one month isn’t nearly enough time for me to get swole, so my “leaked” nude pics will drive traffic.

So, two weeks ago I gave my two weeks’ notice. I’m jumping on the ice floe before I’m pushed. But thanks to my old buddies at the State Department, I can still pay my bills for a while as I figure out what to do next. Who knows, I might even write something that I get a chance to think about first. Something that people might remember for more than five minutes. I’d like to give it a try, at least.

But I’m proud to have been a part of the Daily Caller since the beginning. I toughed it out through one ruined knee and two ruined elections. Many thanks to Neil Patel and Tucker Carlson for the opportunity they’ve given me. In return, I’ve done my best to express my honest point of view for almost 404(!) weeks. I’ve even tried to throw in a few laughs now and then. I hope you’ve enjoyed at least some of it.

If not, that’s fine too.

It’s for the best, really. I’m too old for this stuff anyway. I’m like Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon, but with much less handsome facial hair. Seven years is a long time, especially in an age where the average attention span is so short that you’re one of the few people still reading this.

If my Daily Caller e-mail address is no longer in service after today, you can reach me at jimtreacherLOL at gmail dot com. Drop me a line if you want to tell me how great I am, or offer me a job, or gloat at me, or whatever. It might be a while before I get back to you, though. As soon as I click Publish on this last post, I plan to take a break from the Internet for a while. I need to detox.

By the way, don’t go looking for me at jimtreacher dot com, because I no longer own that domain. I accidentally let it lapse a few months ago, because I’m a forgetful idiot, and recently somebody else snapped it up. Whatever you read on that site, which I will not link to, I’m not responsible for it. (I guess it’s karma for keitholbermann.com, which wasn’t my idea but has been my pleasure to help maintain.)

Maybe it’s a sign. I’ve been thinking about abandoning this dumb pen name anyway. I mean, “Jim Treacher”? Really? It started as a message-board pseudonym, and it just got way out of hand. I guess I should be glad I didn’t go with my first choice: “Hugh Jiddiot.”

Well, I guess that’s it. Thank you very much for reading the DC Trawler. I appreciate it more than I can say. It’s been an honor, a privilege, and sometimes even a hoot.

So long for now.

Your pal,
Sean Medlock, AKA “Jim Treacher”