Ode on a Meta Diary
THOU still unravish'd bride of Philosophie-Politic,
Thou foster-child of civility false and quick Time,
Meta Diarist, who canst thus double click
Post a rant more sweetly than our rhyme:
What righteous anger haunts about thy shape
Of Meteor Blades or Kossacks, or of both,
In Intertubes or blogging website?
What users or mods are these? What factions loth?
What mad debate? What struggle to escape?
What strawmen and trolls? What wild pie fight?
RIGHTEOUS rants are sweet, but those navel gazing
Are sweeter; therefore, ye trusted users, post on;
Not to the other side, but, more praising,
Post to those whose accord foregone:
Fair Diarist, unpublished, thou canst not leave
Thy tirade, nor ever can thy diary list be bare;
Bold activist, never, never canst thou win,
Though drawing near the goal—yet, do not grieve;
Thy firing line cannot miss, thou circinate chagrin,
For ever wilt thou post, and thy harangue declare!
AH, happy, happy DKos! that cannot shed
Your censure, nor ever bid the Bashing adieu;
And, happy Diarist, unwearied,
For ever piping Godwin’s Law anew;
More happy-clappy! Brownshirts O-Love!
For ever certain and still to be adored,
For ever idolatrous, and ‘glory-be’;
All breathing human passion far above,
That stokes the hearts of the Obama horde,
To burning passion and worship at His knee.
WHO are these coming to the Rec List?
Obamabot, O clapping brigade,
Lead'st thou the faction righteously pissed,
And wield thy keyboards well-played.
What petty bickering breaks upon the shore,
Or suffers ingladly with wrathful eye,
These pretty pictures all in a row?
And, Disunionists, thy bane for evermore
Will not silent be; nor waver to heave pie
Why thou art desolate, and can not the line toe.
O Meta Diary! fair attitude! with brede
Of pixel’d men and maidens overwrought,
With ‘brown shirts’ and the imagined misdeed;
Thou, posted rant! dost tease us out of thought
As doth HTTP: Cold Diatribe!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
'Purity is truth, truth purity,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'