I Hate Blogs

Life was so simple in the old days. If we had to write a letter, we found a pen and paper and used long-hand to express ourselves, then we stuffed it into an envelope and begged a stamp off mum. After affixing the stamp we gave it to a uniformed representative of the U.S. government and it would arrive at its destination, or not, in a few days. We never knew if it got there, but we didn't care most of the time. The process was the important part, not the result.

Now, we have vast networks of email groups that we send obscene jokes to, or family groups the we send pictures of our babies, vacations, and events to. We can send pictures of our penises to total strangers, and they will send pictures of their penises back to us.

Something called a "Mailer Daemon" let's us know if the email got there, or not, and then we can take further action. We can obsessively resend things until we get the gratification of knowing that our important communication is getting read.

Some of us have blogs. Some call us "bloggers", others just shrug and call us assholes. What do we have to share that is of any consequence? We are no smarter, or worldly, or insightful than we were back in the old days of stamps and mailmen, but we all seem to think we have something to share that has value just because we can.

Let me sum up some blogging subjects:

1. Politics.

If you're of the Democrat, Republican, Independent, Green Party, or any party persuasion other than the Bomb Throwing Anarchist Party, you are a fool.

2. Sex.

Most of the sexually oriented blogs are either people who believe in impressing us with their exploits, or are desperately seeking exploits. Either way, I'm sick of them. I don't want sex that is generated by a computer, even if it's with a 14 year old girl posing as a 40 year old vice cop.

3. Opinion Oriented Editorial.

When a guy comes home from his job as a clerk at Best Buy and points out the wrongs of society I just want to find him and smother him with a pillow.

4. No Subject.

These are the monuments to all that is ugly and wrong with the world. Open ended monologues are accepted as fact just because they have a global presence on the inter-web.

So, now I have my own blog. I am filled with self-loathing and I have begun to doubt every aspect of the essence of my life. I write drivel and post it in hopes that I will connect with someone's intellect and get their approval.

When a train passes a herd of cattle, the cows will stand in the field and watch it pass without any understanding of what they are seeing, even though they see it day after day. There is no more understanding in the follower of a blog. I, like many others, am just a cow looking at a passing train. I am fascinated, but not educated.