I hope, in my absence, you have not forgotten me? Rest assured; I, GORKA, have not forgotten you. Perhaps, in your foolishness, you assumed I had forgotten my log-in credentials? Ha! I have them right here, in this very trapper keeper! Indeed, my so-called absence was a mere ruse, a charade. Like the proverbial fly upon the wall, I have been keenly observing you, biding my time, strategizing, preparing the decisive strike!!

Were I a lesser man, you would already be wallowing in sudden, unforseen defeat! Bah! What sort of challenge would that be? What use is playing ahead when you have already won? No, I, GORKA, crave nothing less the crucible of rivalry. To test my intellect and wits against a worthy opponent. There are none left in the sphere of the Washington Consensus that could pose a challenge to myself – indeed, such is my success that none would even dare!

So I turn to you, Ms. Hexbear, for I see… not an equal, no. But the potential. Yes, indeed. Hone yourself, Ms. Bear, for a new game is afoot! You and your charming pastoral blog shall play its roll – that is, if you can rise to the occasion! For, when next we meet, it very well may be… to the death! MAHAHAHAHA!!!

Look to your horizon, Ms. Hexbear, and you will see; it has always been GORKA!!!