It’s official, I suffer from bloggers block. I can’t seem to blog any more.
At this moment I have a whopping 190 links open and I read them all as I have done for the last two years and none of them seems remotely worth linking to or ranting about. What’s more my inspiration to blog seems to have all but evaporated. The torrent of drive to tell people about 911, banksters, geopolitics and other assorted subjects has dried up to a dribble. I’m reading celebrity gossip and think what the hell am I doing behind this computer.
The numbers of readers is dropping as I have not put anything note worthy on this blog for about a month and I can’t find the motivation to start again. It is true, events in the real world have taken up a lot of my time but not enough to stop me from opening my daily number of links and keeping up with world events. The Standard accusing Kiwiblog of being just news aggregator didn’t help. I do that too and what of it?
Does that make it any less of a personal blog? I feel passionately about the subjects I link too and feel that not enough of it appears in the main stream media and as such deserves to be published and linked to as much as possible.
Not that I blame the Standard for my bloggers blog though that comes from somewhere inside. There is a little voice inside of me that says, “why bother?”.
That says, “who gives a flying fuck?”
“Get a life.”
Who gives a flying fuck that 20.000 Tamils have been mass murdered or that Dick Cheney just tells Fox that there was never any link between 911 and the attack on Iraq. What the fuck? Why did 1.5 million Iraqis have to die 4 million be displaced and 4000 American soldiers have to die and tens of thousands of Americans come home wounded, disfigured and suffer from PTSD and trust me I know how bad that feels.
No what is really important is that Paris Hilton wore a brown wig and that Pixie Geldof while wearing the most ridiculous shoes ever, with her worlds most glamourous women goody bag tightly grasped and drunk as a skunk falls over after a night of partying .
Sigh. I think I’m going to clean the driveway. The sun’s out and the temperature’s come up to a point where I can actually function.
Oh, by the way, there was nano thermite in the dust from the World Trade towers. Minor detail I know but I sure as shit would like to know how it got in there.