1. Friday, January 28, 2005

    can you believe that people are still writing me 

    asking why i dont want ads on my blog?

    ok, for the last time. i dont want them because im afraid of many things, the biggest being that i am afraid that it will change me. and worse, it will change this blog.

    did any of you hear about all these scandals that are happening from the White House? the government is using your tax dollars to encourage journalists to pimp things like straight marriages, No Child Left Behind and the like?

    well yeah it sucks that BushCo is taking our monies for their own propaganda.

    but can you really say that if someone offered you a quarter million dollars to say “yay Bush” that you wouldnt take it?

    i cant say that i wouldnt.

    who cant use six figures for writing shit down?

    or linking?

    even if you dont actually need the money im sure you can find something to do with it.

    i just dont want to get into that situation.

    there are lots of situations i dont want to get into because i know what sort of sellout i can be if need be, or manwhore, or blogger.

    best thing the xbi ever did was get me out of the office and into chopper one because if i was in front of a computer all day i would be posting a dozen times a day.

    so no, i dont want the snowball of ads to roll into an avalanche. i dont need that sort of temptation because i will go to the dark side. i will do something stupid. i would be easilly manipulated by those with the deep pockets and its not that i would feel guilty later, but i would feel dirty.

    and when i ever got to heaven the Lord would look at me and say, so we gave you talent, and an audience, and what did you do, you wrote down things that you didnt really believe in and took money.

    we let you live during the age of information and you withheld information and instead spread propaganda.

    and then He would punish me for squandering His gifts.

    as He should.

    me, i just want to have a firm handshake when i get up there, i want a quick tour, and i want to get fitted for my wings and fly over to the banana split ski slopes

    and eat my way down to the rocky road riverbed.

    and then introduce myself to the Playmates.

    give to caesar whats caesar’s

    my treasure is in the kingdom of heaven.

    and i bet there arent any fucking ads up there either.

    shane + chris j paul + sk smith