I think he put up this specific entry in a bald attempt to steal mojo generated by the Across N. 24th Street dairy.
True dat, Soc, one diary certainly led to another, and fairleft is competitive that way, but in that sense I am pleased that mine spurred this one because Byron's is truly excellent work and it brilliantly responds and extends the discussion thats been building across the pwoggie division of the whiteysphere for a few weeks now, since the mid term elections and the Demotard's typically tepid reaction.
"What to do?"
The call and response fueling of the fire in diaries and threads is what makes this type of blog interesting. The discussion we are having here is of course verboten on most blogs and it would have been a livelier discussion two or three years ago when there was a much larger group of interesting and offbeat characters actually participating in the threads.
Where have they all gone? Victims of another vicious round of lay-offs or just re-assigned to monitor the more "important" blogs?
Today we are down to the few, the proud, the hard bitten addicts of the fake left. What does Gilroy call us? Dick thumpers? Great username, that.
Gilroy would fit right in here but he became turned off by all the Meta absurdity (alot for which I was responsible) at PFF and never has posted here or at FSZ to my knowledge.
I read the WWF banning thread which was drearily predictable but what really cracked me up was the presence of Miep. That chick shows up everywhere, and always dispensing Chicken Soup for the Blog Admin's Soul along her merry way.
She reminds me of that woman of a certain age who used to post at BooMan and then at PFF. She had a similar knack for showing up in the middle of every huge meta blowout, like one of those movie star caricatures who wonders into and out of a whack Looney Tunes scene, y'know, Bogie dangling a Camel. "Stake a fellow American to a Meal?" while passing through the North Pole, or wtf, in the midst of Daffy battling Elmer Fudd in another of their to the death grudge matches.
She usually added some patented geezer wisdom and her calming spirit smack dab in the middle of the usual blog dystopia.
Scribe....she was a retired RN or wtf....where have you gone, scribe?
Miep writes an occasionally pretty fucking great poem.
Here upon the mountaintops
that don't exist
I stand, waving my arms, for a moment
and then standing still, looking around at the sky
which is all dark, but there should be stars
here soon. Because the clouds
don't last forever.
no clouds ever last forever.
Meanwhile, the hum occurs
it sings like locusts
and all of those other unnameable critters
that bump in the night.
And there I am, in the dark
Waiting for stars, or comets, or wind, or anything
With the world singing
in all its craziness
its crazed song breaks
its crazed metaphors
and everything else that breaks.
And there I am
starting to listen
starting to dance
And the wind starts up
my skirts fluff up
And I don't even wear skirts.
And, now here are the frogs!
They are singing to me
even though they all died a long time ago.
They sing, as I sit in my rocking chair
that suddenly wasn't there a minute ago
And I dance in my chair, old lady I am
Dancing in my skirts
that were never there
To the frogs
that are gone.
I have a problem generally with people repackaging another person's work into a diary without being granted the author's permission beforehand, like, ahem, you tend to do. And which is why I'm doing it here too, of course. Because I can.
But Byron's work especially, since it contains some very controversial ideas, the kind that could very well draw the attention of the Maxwell Smart Brigades, if you know what I mean.
In fact, my first reaction was that Fairleft is a potted plastic plant here cleverly tipping off his handlers to add another potential terrorist to the watchlist without any of us suspecting....but, since I can't produce the paystubs...
[Socrates impersonation alert]
IMHO, if Fairleft became Byron's Boswell, the two of them would definitely go places together.....and I promise both I'll always bring them cigarettes on visitor's day after they land there....