I realize that Mr. CheetaSlothIII is probably baiting me. In truth he has only been partly successful. Yesterday this site was linked by The National Review, and any time you see that kind of spike in traffic, you see a proportional rise in hate mail. This time a lot of it was themed around the blogosphere’s loser saturation level, which is perceived to be high. With that in mind I decided to respond to the one that tried the hardest.

So here’s to LordCheetaSlothIII: The blogging “comunity” thanks you.

message #1038:
name: LordCheetaSlothIII
email:
message:

the album covers coverage was some of the most disturbing/wonderful/life affirming peices of e-literature i have seen in a while nicely done , but i have a question for the general comunity here (in general the bloggers, and even more so the blogger hangers-on*sigh at the fact such people exist* why the fuck would someone that has their own ideas in their head actually look at this shite? Seriously, are your egos that big(for the actual bloggers) or that small( for the leeches) to actually think someone gives a damn that “i’ve been reading him since he was a nobody” you are all going to be no bodies because you spend any amount of time and/ or effort ( and i am willing to bet that is more than any of you would be willing to admit to) in making the retards that spend their lives roaming the internet for some form of human contact’lol’ Is this some sort of generational flaw that is ingrained in us from the high school college days? “guess what kristen said to Oz today and made him cry and sulk. she is such a BITCH!”*screams/laughs orgasmicly* and no i bearly know names as you can tell from the reference points of who is who in this ‘comunity’ (btw for all the guys on here are you all fucking gay or what? Diaryland? are you serious? are any of you NOT 13 years old and stealing your uncles/older brothers/sugar daddies pic as you create some ‘Internet super hero’ personae to get thropugh the daily beatings you must get from those that balls have dropped by now?) oh and for all the ladies , get a real man/woman/motorcycle/horse to fulfill your high matenance asses and invest in midol. here is the part where you pick apart grammar/spelling errors as your defense so you can seem intellegent and yet avoid having to actually say anything in your defense, i really would have put it through a spell checker but i am just killing a couple minutes and stumbled across the site through an email. but really, what ever you say is moot since i have things to do and will never actually visit here again dusty, the album covers rocked and for some reason my friend liked the one with the ‘homophobic’/'racist’ parts in them, i have to admit it had me laughing a a cool point about the big tippers/delivery thing but then again we both work around literal retards all day, so take that as you may

I guess his meds kicked in mid-sentence.

Here’s how I’ll take it- You may have hoped that I would appreciate the interspersed attempts at complimentia, but let’s just say you have a lot to learn about a lot of stuff.

I’d guess your age to be between 14 and 19 years. I don’t discriminate, though.

Seriously- you should look into spell check. I know you are super busy with your high-powered job and those toilet paper dispensers aren’t going to refill themselves, but it really only takes a couple of mouse clicks (it’s the white thing in your hand…no, the other hand) to keep yourself from looking retarded.

Your note serves as a great reminder why people should not cast judgment on that which they do not understand (I know, blogging is pretty simple, but you’re the one who doesn’t get it, not me). You assume that anyone who keeps their thoughts in the public domain is a mouth breathing loser with a need for validation when in fact there are quite a few articulate, accomplished, and talented people to learn from in the magical land of blog.

If you have your own ideas in your head, why would you come here? Maybe because most people haven’t committed mental suicide and therefore don’t assume that the ideas that they currently have can’t be added to or expanded upon by others. Believe it or not, most of my ideas come from people and things I have observed, not by self-involvement. I know it’s a pretty evolved concept- try to keep up. You will learn a lot more through others than you will ever teach yourself- just ditch the ego for a minute, Einstein.

While I agree that the majority of private blogs or diaries are pretty painful to read, there are those who have eked out a living by writing. They are called “authors”, and they write “books” and “magazine columns”, and I am one of them. Agonizing to hear, I know. Go ahead and slit your wrists. I’ll wait.

I started writing on stupid, gayass diaryland about three years ago with the rest of the fags who no one cares about. Now this garbage is syndicated in five magazines in various places around the country, and ad revenue from this site alone is enough to keep food in my mouth. Why do I put up to 5 hours a week into something that is so inconsequential? Because I love it. I don’t come to your job and knock the fry basket out of your hand, so why do you feel the need to belittle what other people do?

Also, you may consider this- I don’t like country music, but I don’t write to country musicians and tell them I hate their music and that all country singers are inbred rednecks even though they clearly are. It’s all part of something the rest of humanity calls “not being a dipshit.” Country singers don’t care whether I like their music or not, because millions of other people do. So do I care that you think bloggers are stupid? Not really, but since you took the time out of your busy day to explain your concerns, I felt it fitting that I respond in kind.

I am glad you enjoyed parts of what I have written, but am disappointed that you haven’t yet come to a point in your emotional development where you can appreciate something for what it is. None of this matters anyway, of course, as you will never again come back to this site and certainly aren’t fuming away at the words on your screen, spinning up your tiny mind for another biting commentary. Stick with what you know, my man. There will always be floors that need mopping. Leave the thoughtful stuff to those with thoughts.

Love you like a boil,
-Dusty

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