… shit, sorry, I dropped my Glock in my condom drawer there …
anyway, as I was saying … what was I saying … (if only I could get laid I’d be able to writer better …)
… later …
So anyway, here I have been writing all this drivel all these years when really what I have been expressing is my strong desire to be hired as a journalist for a reputable news publication (ok, that is ironic). Hmmpf, if only I realised that before I started making a contribution to a community of people who address important issues like broadband penetration, racism and bigotry, crime and justice in South Africa and a number of similarly petty issues! All this blogging (I shudder to think what effect I have had on the general fabric of society with my podcasting too!) and I am two keystrokes away from becoming another Cho Seung-Hui.
I, for one, am grateful to Mr Bullard for his intervention. We South Africans are most fortunate to have such an open-minded, pro-free speech, sensitive, hip and ethical journalist (a real journalist, mind you, not some flunky “citizen media sociopath”). I certainly hope those The Times people are paying attention here. That blogging voodoo stuff is just bad news!
I am going to finish cleaning my gun and then I am packing away my laptop for sure.
My wife is most concerned about the paucity of decent writing on the local blogosphere and has promised to help me improve my writing soon (this offer is limited to me).