The word "blog" has become yet another beaten-to-death pop culture cliche that, ironically, will be one of the many "unbridled harangues" I unleash onto the internets through the course of this catharsis. I call this endeavor "catharsis" because I'm not doing this for you, the reader. If you gain something positive from this online manifesto, then good show. That would be a positive shift from the absolute media pornography we're all subjected to on a daily basis.
And I don't mean the good kind with the boobs and such. I mean the kind that makes us dumber. The kind where we are actually hypnotized by the notion of what zero-value-added vapid succubi like Paris Hilton will do next.
No, I'm doing this for me. Someone who has become sickened by his own hyper-awareness of the absurdity of our species and culture. Someone who likes to count himself among the "intellectually curious." Someone who wonders if we've always been this hopeless and stupid or if this is due the high mercury content in Louis Vuitton leather. Someone who needs to get it all out before he chokes a bitch.
I also do this for my friends and family who would otherwise have to endure these typed stylings in the form of red-faced rants interrupted only by a healthy amount of "am I nuts?" rhetorical laughter. Who are we kidding? I'll do that anyway. But at least I'll have prepared material.
I can't promise you'll like what I have to say or even be interested by it. I can't promise you'll learn anything. All I can promise is that everything will have a point. We should always have something to say.
And at the very least, I aim to not make anyone dumber for having read this.
