It often seems like I’m writing into a void; I do get a few “like”s, but they seem random, like doglovers who reach out to pat any canine in sight. Comments are few, e-mails nonexistent (although I do acknowledge that I actively discourage them because of multinational data protection laws and governmental snooping).

But the last couple days (hi, Judge Holmes) have awakened a certain Rock of Svithjod feeling (see my blogpost thus entitled).

A great eruption of Tax Court opinions has just taken place. A former colleague remarked just now how busy I’ve become. I answered that it was fortunate I had retired from active law practice and had been terminated from my paid-for writing gig, so that I could provide coverage of this tsunami from DAWSON’s creek.

Then it occurred to me. Is it possible my many-times-suggested reform, that the Ch J or his delegate began to review dockets and direct the collective Bench to give it all the old Amos 5:24 treatment, was actually taking place?

And worse, that I was getting what I asked for.