I wonder why I have this blog here. I haven't used it in months and I'm not the kind of person who offers up his thoughts unprovoked. I am usually responding to others. I am a critical son-of-a-bitch. I am always contradicting myself and loved ones. I can only really perceive my beliefs clearly in contrast to the beliefs of other people. I am not a blowhard that likes to hear himself speak. I am quiet. I adore privacy and isolation. I don't need a forum. I require no pulpit.
So why do I have a blog? I started it to see what would happen. I am an infrequent writer, but I would rather it were otherwise. "Maybe a blog will make you write more. That is what you want, right?"
No one will read this. This is all vanity. I am not a blogger; I'm a collection of vanities.
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How unproductive! Couldn't you find some thingy in the news to comment on to show everyone what a radical leftist you are? Couldn't you get all worked up about the sickening state of the world? Couldn't you pick a fight with some intellectual non-starter and vanquish him in an act of ultimate self-worship? Why not elevate the public discourse over the American presidential campaign by seeing the one and only side of the story? Why not disparage it all as the trivial details of our universe's inexorable march to annihilation?
What masturbation! What waste in a vast land of waste! It is our patriotic duty to produce surplus jargon and perspective. What could serve our countrymen better than this? Don't accuse me of humming over the cadence! It can still be heard in its steady drone; its heavy rhythm; its perpetual exhortation to march; its irresistible call to step in unison.
What uselessness! What crime! What tragedy! There are too many blogs. There are too many bloggers. What need us sanity? We have us Internet.