A new blog for a new tomorrow... starting yesterday

+++And so it goes... it is time.

+++I'm tired of censoring myself. Sure, yes, ok... there is a time for censorship - like when you run a newspaper and have friends in government or... you decide on the books going into schools and library and of course, those times when anyone says something I dont agree with - when important situations like those arise, censor away, my friends. But not here, people... not on the web. the web is sacred, I think you know that.
+++ The web is a repository for truth, and only the truth - a place where 50 year olds can write like 15 year olds about issues only 20 year olds will ever find and read. A place where 32 year olds will respond to those writings and 29 year olds will respond to those responses saying how 36-year-old that last response was, thereby showing what a 25-year-old reactionary they really are, all the while maintaining their hardcore, 27-year-old revolutionary facade.
+++ ok, perhaps I mean the web is a suppository. A suppository of truth! Loosening the bowels of your mind. Dialating that glorious sphincter of information - that you may be well moved to release all that had been backing you up. Blockage gone - flow free my friends, flow freeee! This is the web.
+++ And so... I'm starting a new page here. Free from censorship, free from worry, free to be me and sing about it like an paint-sniffing, half-naked homeless man. I have no one and nothing in mind but the pursuit of comedy, truth, excellence and of course, money. I dont care what you think, unless you like what I write and/or want to give me money for it. I will, in such cases, change everything and sell out like a whimpering bitch. Honestly, it wont take much. $5 and I will be your word whore. Barring such selling of my soul for less money than it takes to buy a decent burrito, this medium will remain pure as freshly name-engraved snow. Free, I tell you, free! Free of your constant wordly word oppression, your ever-judgemental condemnations, your barage of helpful suggestions, your job offer after job offer after job offer. ..... strike that last one. those may continue.
+++ It is very true, unfortunately, that I am merely one man. One man to uphold what had been the faultering integrity and diminishing quality of the web. One man to provide solice to the comedy and thought starved. One man who can supplicate your tired limbs into silky, sexy relaxation with a soothingly sensual massage of wordy goodness. One man with one enormously long .... intellect. An intellect I keep in my pants. In my pants.... for you. all for you.

And so...! I conclude the first post of the rest of my mind with.... wait... Grrr!!! more bitter contempt for all things and people that might censor me! Hulk Mad!! like that. Yeah. How ya like me now??? P-tew (that was me trying to spit on you - sadly, it just dribbled down my chin). If I were a french aristocrat, I would slap you with a mongrammed glove. Then I would slap myself for being a french aristocrat. But I digress... and it's getting late... and I'm getting bored. So I'll leave you with the words of the Greek dramatist Sophocles* on the nature of sharing censoring opinions with those who might not want them:

Just cause you dont understand what's going on
dont mean it dont make no sense
And just 'cause you dont like it,
dont mean it aint no good
And let me tell you something
Before you go take a walk in my world
you better take a look at the real world
Cause this aint no Mister Rogers Neighborhood
.............And if I offended you, Oh i'm sorry
But maybe you need to be offended
well, here's my apology and one more thing
...FUCK YOU!!
Cause you - cant - bring - me - down!

* ehh... Sophocles / Suicidal Tendencies, I always get the two confused.