Some things about blogging will never change. They’ll stick around forever, just to piss you off.
For instance, the more annoying sorts of people you’re likely to encounter, involuntarily, on a near daily basis, all across la blogósfera; like the Wolverines!!! wanking wingnuts, or any number of those puffed up cheese-dicks* caterwauling about blogging ethics, or the ranks of seek and destroy choadbloggers who love nothing more than publishing someone’s personal information online*¹, or those truly, deeply, earnest and clueless fuckwits who simply can not refrain from telling other bloggers which topics need more attention now and which posts are a waste of our all-important collective time and effort and thus are contraindicated in the name of the movement or some damn thing. Or, you know, the goat-fornicating trolls.
And it’s not just the crap you get from other people. The mere, boring, ordinary phenomena associated with the act of blogging about politics -- about anything -- can and will be here to work on your last nerve like sandpaper, salt, and vinegar, until the last damn blogger, the last hosting site, and the last commenter have shuffled off this pixel coil.
Examples abound; The generalized lack of reading comprehension, the grating -- and cheesy -- comment spam, the excrementally ignorant blog-triumphalism, the dead ass tiresome manner in which established news sources inevitably go all newly-decapitated-chicken over the prospect of losing some of their precious dwindling readership to online alternatives. The carping over civility, and the concern, my god, the concern -- there is so, so much concern -- or, say, that inevitable frustration which manifests when one is tut-tutted for obscene language by those who hold some pretty fucking obscene ideals, themselves, not to mention the sheer, mind-bubbling hypocrisy of being lectured on how blogs don’t operate under a code of professional ethics by the same people who have the largest claim on influencing the public discourse in America, yet refuse to operate under a motherfucking code of professional ethics, all of these things seem to be inescapably quotidian experiences.
As is the ever-present zombie lie, which I have, upon occasion, dabbled in exploring. You know, watching a new zombie-lie be born, take its first few halting steps, and then seeing it stagger through the media village, as the citizens do their little “shriek-cute”, and pretend-recoil in horror while feeding and watering the adorable little homonculus, tousling its cephallic tendrils and sending it on its merry way.
I haven’t tried to record all of the zombie lies I’ve encountered. I don’t have the funds of a Media Matters. Plus, the zombie lie tactic is so commonplace that if you can’t do more than document it, you’re just drilling holes in water.
Rrright, then. Coming up next: Just what are these undead untruths? Can they ever be killed?
*I would have linked the original Siegel "blogofascist" piece, but it doesn't exist anymore. You know who else tried to edit history they didn't like? Fascists, that's who.
*¹Alongside non-bloggers who have also "outed" bloggers' private identities.
Comments