The Blogosphere Implodes!

Not to be confused with Julian Cope’s late 70’s/early80’s band, “The Teardrop Explodes!”

It seems that everywhere I look around the ‘sphere, people are cyber-brawling. Where has the close-knit community gone that I thought I was joining? Where did the love go?

Hundred Percenter is fighting with Goldstein because he wears a “beenie”.

The Politburo Diktat is trying to force Wizbang’s Paul to renounce his faith and join the ooozy dark side.

David from ISOU has been battling it out with Rob from Say Anything.

Ace of Spades has finally decided to tell his readers and commenters to go to hell and devoted an entire thread to telling them how much he despises each and every one of them.

All this cyberviolence and hatred just makes me want to remind everyone of the words of that legendary peace activist and role model Rodney King: “Cain’t we all jes’ git along???”

10 comments

  1. Yeah, I saw that. Dan and Beth are fairly – and justifiably from their perspective pissed off at you – and, in my opinion, you did step over the line with your gloating about Terri’s death yesterday at Beth’s place.

    Like I asked you there – how was her death somehow a victory for you? This isn’t a fucking baseball game.

    I realize you don’t give a shit, but I don’t blame Dan or Beth for reaming you out.

    Personally, I didn’t feel strongly about the Schiavo affair, which is why I didn’t post much about it, and why your comments, though unsurprisingly disgusting, didn’t get me too bent out of shape.

    If I was them I wouldn’t expect or demand an apology from you – with Vex, what you see is what you get.

    Sure you’re a prick, but I’ll still be visiting your blog. I’ve been known to be an insufferable prick myself, so I’m not going to start throwing stones.

  2. I wasn’t exactly ‘gloating’ about her death. People got too damn emotional about all this shit, I was simply stating that the whole damn affair is over. It’s never good when someone dies – and her death wasn’t the best way to go – but to me it’s good when issues like this END. I don’t care the outcome, as long as they are settled. And of course, I once again failed to set up that kind of context, so I came off looking worse than I intended.

    Essentially, I’m not mad at Dan and especially not Beth because they are pissed at me. They can be pissed all they want and de-link and pull hair out and use creative phrases to insult my intelligence – I don’t care. It won’t affect what I do day to day, so if it makes them happy…

    Being what I want, and saying what I want without considering the ‘feelings’ of others is what makes me happy. I’d hate to live my life thinking before I say something, “I wonder if that will offend someone…”

    Think about it though, love me or hate me they are giving me tons of free press! Dan devoted like 4000 words to bashing me – that’s fantastic! And then Ace of Spades linked to that post, which includes a trackback from me…

    Essentially, I don’t give a shit what other people think of what I say.

    Except for you Preston.

    You spin me right round baby.. like a record.

  3. A lot of people come to me and tell me that my opinion of them is the most important – and driving – factor in their lives. To them, I give them the advice shared in Steve Martin’s “Grandmother Song:”

    Be courteous, kind, and forgiving.
    Be gentle and peaceful each day.
    Be warm and human and grateful,
    And have a good thing to say.

    Be thoughtful and trustful and childlike,
    Be witty and happy and wise.
    Be honest and love all your neighbors,
    Be obsequious, purple and clairvoyant.

    Be sure to stop at stop signs,
    And drive fifty-five miles an hour.
    Pick up hitchhikers foaming at the mouth,
    And when you get home get a master’s degree in geology.

    Be pompous, obese, and eat cactus.
    Be dull and boring and omniprescent.
    Criticize things you don’t know about.
    Be oblong and have your knees removed.

    (Ladies only) Never make love to Bigfoot.
    (Men only) Hello, my name is Bigfoot.
    (Everyone) Put a live chicken in your
    underwear.
    Go into a closet and suck eggs.

    I hope this helps.

  4. Getting along is all fine and good, but look what arguing with a fellow blogger gets you – a link in a post about blog feuds! A precious link! Anyone wanna fight with me? I will feud for traffic. 🙂

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