Informant38

myself
I had the dubious pleasure of watching the TushTV crew over the last few days. the 'blogger thing' is in the radar gunsight now. so the squelch is on. these little yobbies treat it like a bunch of simpering adolescent girls are puking their diaries out over the web. as tho that would be worse than the pimp-style econoporn they themselves deliver 12 hours a day.
but that's the old Tom Paine dilemma decider. once it's on the table the wussies have to show or blow. and this was definitely an on-your-knees bunch. I mean Menlo. Robotwisdom. Mr. Tom Tomorrow. The papal Viridian sterling dude. I don't spend a lot of time checking these things out but my god, honeyguide. numerous others. it's the only viable niche for any non-commercial utterance left. and the money twinkies don't like that political stuff. so they treat it with diffidence. or disdain. or some other word that starts with a d. and you know what? every once in a while I run across some teen diary kind of blog and you know what? it makes me wake up. slaps me into caring. I'm serious. innocence. the ultimate accusation for the sellout. to confront that without scorn. it's more than they can take. well I'm not all that unhappy anymore. the news has caught up with my personal reality. you can drive your car right to the edge of the end of the world. cynicism won't be worth any more than optimism, a little less really. and that innocence so easily derided will matter more in the long run than any tech tweak fix they pimp off on the way to wherever it is they go to get high.