It’s not about feedback, good friends from the internets. It’s about control and how it pertains to a message. What is the message? You are asking the wrong questions. The correct question is what isn’t the message?
The answer to that is drivel.
Like in all facets of life, this website is riddled with lowly life forms, people unable to see their balls when showering. I am talking about the fat guy, with his hand in his ass, typing on the computer—attempting to address superior life forms. Trading aside, small plebs, this is about life. This website is representative of who I am; therefore it must conform to the highest standards, well deserving of 3 Michelin stars.
Because of this fact, I’ve been forced into mass bannings. It’s quite the spectacle, my moderation file and all. You see, I do not want to do it; but I have no choice. You must understand, once again: it’s not about you. Having said that, do you believe a person, such as myself, likes blogging like the wind every day?
Answer: unfortunately, no.
But then again, do schools have to open every day? Do lawyers need to conduct themselves with the most disdainful moral behavior, west of Afghanistan?
Yes.
It is my burden; therefore, I will carry this load for the benefit of mankind.
iBC is where the internet homeless guy gets jacked for his cup of coins and tossed into oncoming traffic!
So you know, there is a secret to blogging, with respect to gaining popularity. I guarantee you, I could leave iBC today, start a new site under an anonymous name, and be as successful as I am today, with regards to traffic and internet swagger. It would be no different than Babe Ruth hitting homeruns in Mexico, instead of here. Do not even think about asking me what the secret is, for it is none of your concern. Just know and understand, “The Fly” is the BlogFather of this game here. The rest of you are simply limping along, like retards in potato sacks, trying to keep up.
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