Here’s yet another case of a person with a MSM background jumping into the blogosphere, likely thinking they’re going to be a big shot here too, and that you just kinda dupe everything over the way you were taught to do on whatever news farm you was raised up on.
I don’t know why, but almost inevitably, one of the first things these men folk do (it’s always the men folk, never the women) is come after me. When I am inevitably the very first and bravest blogorati wench to champion their very, albeit virtual, existence in the first place!
Oh well. I guess they too will figure out that such betryals will cost dearly as I will just inevitably, sigh, write a few retorts hither and yon, if I can even be bothered to do so that is; then calmly burn their fields, behead their wives, and steal their children to polish my silver. And to think it didn’t need to end-up so ugly. Pity really.
Have the parlor maid wake me at noon, James. And no sooner.