Huzzah for capitalism!

Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader was filled with a deep melancholia while the beautiful Anna was not posting. Surely he understands that people do things outside of blogging, but after a few weeks and a big black screen proclaiming "It's not you. It's me." your Maximum Leader can start to become despondent.

Well, Anna is back. She is in good form. And what do you know? She is harnessing her creative powers. She's saddling up that bucking bronco of e-commerce. And now she is digging her spurs into the fleshy hindquarters of the free market. With her golden tresses streaming out from under that oh-so-fashionable Dominatrix mask; and with a whip in one hand and a brandy snifter full of port in the other; she commands you to buy some Dog Poo. Or if you don't have a dog, some butt-tingling salve for your own self.

Your Maximum Leader doffs his bejeweled floppy hat in her direction and gives her a hearty "Huzzah!" Bonne Chance, Anna.

NB: Your Maximum Leader is addicted (yes ADDICTED) to a particular brand of soap. It is the Fresh f21c soaps. He has not allowed anything else to touch his magnificent dermis in nearly three years. But he is going to give Anna's soaps a try. He will report back with his findings.

Carry on.