To have an opinion.

This really grated for some reason.  I know, I know, it’s in the Comments section, and only d-bags read the Comments section, but still….

Laura, I think points #1 and #4 are intertwined. The A-listers, and the other bloggers (especially the political bloggers) who are now employed by magazines and think-tanks, have fallen prey to one of the things that made most newspaper columnists so deathly stale: the need to present themselves as Experts on Everything. There’s a modesty to niche-blogging that’s refreshing: I can read about medieval history, or gardening, or book design, or bank regulation, or whatever, without having to suffer through posts on Iranian politics by someone who only started thinking about the subject fifteen minutes ago. Many of those big bloggers don’t poke around the Web as much as they used to, and that’s a shame, because they’re now more likely to become nothing more than the next generation of tedious know-it-alls.

I hope I don’t come off as a tedious know-it-all, and if I do, I hope that this anonymous commenter never reads Blogbytom.  But still, I think that it takes some nerve to assert that you can’t have an opinion about anything that you want to have an opinion about–or, that you should keep those opinions to yourself until the Real Experts have their say.  I try to stay away from things that I can’t really speak to, but if I feel qualified to make a pithy remark about George Will thinking I’m dumb, I’m going to do it.  If I feel like I can tangle with Charles Krauthammer and Ron Paul, I’m going to do it.  If I think Maureen Dowd is a vapid little shit, I’m going to announce it to the world, or about 200 of you.

In other fucking words, any reasonably well educated person can form a reasonable opinion about a whole host of things that don’t rest in their area of expertise.  I was a philosophy major in school, and I focused on aesthetic theory and the Greeks.  I could probably blog once a day about aesthetic issues and the Greeks, because both interest me.  But I don’t want to.  I want to talk shit about Maureen Dowd!  And put up pictures of LOLcats and shit!  And in a democracy, wherein a well-informed electorate theoretically makes well-informed decisions about the direction in which they’d like their country to head, that behavior is to be expected and encouraged–not snide-talked as tedious know-it-all-ism.

Hey, motherfuckers.  Guess what?  It’s LOLcat day!

The WaPo is becoming more and more of a joke…

From TPM:

This morning, Politico published a story detailing an interesting flier apparently being passed around DC health care lobby circles: a dinner invitation from the Washington Post at the house of CEO and Publisher Katherine Weymouth, selling access to its news and editorial staff and top Obama officials for $25,000 to $250,000. A health care lobbyist passed the missive on to Politico staff because he felt “it’s a conflict of interest for the paper to charge for access to, as the flier says, its ‘health care reporting and editorial staff.’”

It sure is a conflict of interest.  It’s also shameless and deeply immoral.  The dinner has now, apparently, been cancelled entirely.

That said, I am considerably cheaper to access.  $500 will buy you permanent positive coverage on Blogbytom.  Inquiries can be left in the Comments section.

No joke.

Here’s a LOLcat.

Idag har varit en jävla helvettes skit dag. Fick massa tråkiga besked på förmiddagen som typ att jag är pank som en lus vilket jag inte var innan dom drog fel hyra och bestämde sig för att jag inte alls va färdig med att bli rövknullad av systemet. Dessutom hade jag inte alls betalat min CSN skuld vilket jag var 100000% säker på att jag betalat så jag måste fixa den men jag har inte ens råd att äta. FANS JÄVLA SKIT! Med risk för att vara drama queen men why ohhhhh whyyyyy????

Sen kom dom dumma tankarna. Som att jag är 26 år, sover på olika soffor, har inget jobb och inga pengar, ingen pojkvänn och dom få gångerna jag lyckas hitta någon som jag tycker om så fuckar jag till det för att jag är kännslomässigt störd. Yay me! Det fanns helt enkelt inget annat att göra än att ta en dubbel dos medecin och en Calle men inte ens då la sig ångesten så jag gav upp. Känns som om mitt liv är “on hold” och jag bara står och tittar på medans alla andra bygger upp sina liv och är lyckliga. /drama

Kvällen vart mycket bättre eftersom jag spenderade den med min underbara syster som kommenterar min misär med “Men du har ju stora bröst!” och ser glad ut. Vad skulle jag göra utan denna galning i mitt liv?

Va bara tvungen att skrika av mig lite… sov gott..