I have been occupied. I opened my blog up this morning and found four protesters eating corn muffins and drinking half fat, low foam lattes with just a whiff of cinnamon. When they saw me they lifted up home made signs and began shouting slogans through mouthfuls of crumbling baked goods. The slogan wasn’t very catchy:
“Irrelevant blogs clog the arteries of the internet thus making it more difficult for discerning readers to find blogs of more noteworthy content!”
I told the three young men and one woman that they sucked as protesters to which I received this retort:
“Yeah . . . well . . . you use too many big words.”
They then began chanting “No big words! No big words! No big words!”
I asked them what exactly the problem was.
“We don’t like your blog,” the tall skinny one who hadn’t bathed in a few days said smugly. “And we’re going to sit right here on the admin page until you delete it.”
“Yeah!” added the female whose lazy eye kept wandering to the donut I had sitting on my desk.
I asked what specifically they didn’t like about Cosmic Overdrive.
“You don’t write about what’s important to us. I don’t care if you go to Office Max or you don’t like grocery stores that sell lawn furniture. And these politicians you write about, who are they? I’ve never heard of these people.”
You mean the one’s who are running for the republican nomination for the office of president of the
“Yeah, duh, who cares? We want to read blogs about video games and snowboarding and protesting.”
Just because you don’t like what I write doesn’t make it irrelevant or mean you have the right to demand it not exist anymore. If you don’t like it just don’t read it, I told them.
“You can’t tell us what to do!” they screamed indignantly. “Fascist! Fascist! Fascist!”
That’s it, I tried to be nice. I’m getting out the taser.
Too late, you pissed me off.
ZAAAAP! ZAAAP! ZAAAAP! ZAAAAP!
I didn’t want my blog to become a police state but they pushed me. All four are down, splayed out all over my admin page. Oddly enough the girl’s lazy eye is still dancing over my donut. I hope I don’t get any bad press from this incident.
Oh no. There’s already an article about it on Huffington Post. Damn it.