Let Freedom Ring!

Yes, yes, yesterday I was a little late getting on the blog flume, but it did get in at the eleventh hour. And fifty-four minutes. So, hopefully if you visited, you did take the time normally allocated to reading the most current post by exploring the rest of the page. (That, or you went out and rented every Jerry Bruckheimer flick Blockbuster had, and then felt the need to blow up your coffee table for no reason whatsoever.) On the right hand side (---->) are some links, all worth checking out, but I really haven't changed them since the blog's inception. Maybe I'll update those on the weekend. (Or, maybe I'll go to class for four hours. We'll see.)

Also over yonder are a list my bloggers in crime. I don't know how often you all get a chance to check any of those out (since I've taken to writing James Michener length posts over the last three weeks), but they're worth the read. As I was running down the list the other day, I noticed something unusual with one of them, the one belonging to one Robert Josephus Malachi Harford III.

There's been a revolution.

For those of you who have never met Rob, he's a character. His hair changes color. He plays a mean game of frisbee (remember that old SHS Frisbee poll we used to do? Didn't do the guy justice.) He's driven 18 different cars since getting his license. He's worked at least two different video stores without beating a customer over the head with a poor rental decision. (Ooh, Navy Seals!) He's got a blog, and he does his best to give the people what they want: good, old-fashioned, daily readin'.

Communism needs Blog ruled the internet with an iron fist for the first few months of R.J.M.H.3's efforts. Posts were owned by all readers equally, there was no need for a capitalistic hit counter, and most of Rob's rants were translated in broken English, as he actually posts in the native tongue of Mother Russia. Rob's writing sessions were accompanied by downing bottles of vodka, watching ice hockey, and wearing a heavy wool full-length coat and a silly little fur hat. It was worth the watch. (However, Mother Russia outlawed Rob's webcam, so we have to pretend this is how it was.)

But then there was a change...

The American blogpublic saw that Robbilovich was exceeding his bounds, threatening to crush bloggers in Afghanistan, Eastern Europe, and North Korea with its "Blogastroika" methods of information dissemination. People in those regions no longer felt that they had the freedom to rant, declare, and defend opinions and civil liberties they held dearly to. Robbilovich would force them away from their computers, into bread lines, and make them to watch the most boring movie in the history of cinema.

But the United States would not stand for such a travesty. Loading up their cyber military with pop-ups and junk mail, Harford was forced to abandon his support for the prior regime or face being crushed underneath the blanket of unsolicited advertisement. There's no greater symbol of a free-economy system that windows appearing on your computer screen pushing some stupid product you'll never need. They came strong and fast. The shock and awe campaign was too much for Mother Russia, and she released her grip. Rob was free to blog as he pleased. And America needs blog was born.

God Bless America. Happy Veteran's Day!