This is going to be brief, so jump with me or you'll miss it.
Today I have spent eight hours wading through shit!
I have tried, my colleagues have tried. We have spent the entire day trying desperately to bring you ungrateful bastards something decent to read.
But we couldn't, because you won't write it.
I have eaten pie until my daughter was so sick I had to break off from reading utter bollocks to go fetch her from school.
Then I came back here and ate some more pie. I am going to have to email Michelle Obama to ask her about her obesity initiative, I have eaten so much pap.
Thank God for commonmass. At least there was a Diary that exercised at least a few of my jaded synapses.
Then, when I and my equally frustrated friends and colleagues finally hand over to the next upaid, hard working set of volunteers, I am confronted by this:
http://www.dailykos.com/...
Well frack that!
Write the fucking Diaries and we will pour over them, we will elevate them, we will thank you for raising the debate, and we will do it all willingly, gladly and gratefully.
Until you, the Users, start doing that, then you have no right to bitch.
Now ... I have a karaoke show to run.
I'll see you all tomorrow~