Blogs...really??

Yeah, I know it's a big deal getting an internship and such, but I've often wondered why it is that every left boob that lands a twenty-five cent job wants to dance naked on the Eiffel Tower, figuratively speaking. Pardon my indignation, but I was simply musing on why these blokes insist on making martyrs of the English language by posting blogs recounting their rather..what is the word I search for..ah, fucking moronic experiences.

Please, don't mistake me, it's not the anecdotes I don't enjoy - they're nothing but pure literary treats, and they are rather fun to dissect, much more so with a colleague who doesn't have the literary IQ of a doornail. It's the collateral mutilation of the English language that drives me up the proverbial wall, so to speak.

I must admit I've sought great pleasure passing those links around to persons I know will appreciate them, and I am ashamed to say I've found it. While I search these blogs for any semblance of a coherent sentence, I find the most unexpected use of words that would put the likes of Wordsworth and Yeats to shame. And by that I of course mean that they'd rather slit their scrotum rather than acknowledge these modern pieces of literary work part of the English language. Okay, so I flew a little off the handle there. But any conscientious reader would probably have the same reaction.

What do I say now? "Friend, spare the innocents and stop writing." "Man, your writing is reminiscent of that smelly fart in the elevator that no one owns up to." I could do that, but that would make me a dick, now, wouldn't it? So I do this. I write a blog. Yes, I'm just being a good and polite friend, I rationalize. What could anyone say? Comments are moderated. Hopefully the persons for whom this was intended will get the message. However, don't think that my hypocrisy in writing a blog about bad blogs has gone unmentioned or unnoticed. Duly noted.

Then again, maybe I'm just venting.

Long live the freedom of speech.