So I purchased the domain FrogBlogg.com on a whim. Can’t say it was a huge commitment at $18 a year, but I think it shows signs of the growth this blog has taken in the past four years of its existence. I started this blog the day President Obama was elected. I was fed up with ignorant facebook statuses and took to a different platform to articulate my frustrations.
Since than, I’ve taken this blog in a number of directions, some with vast success and others with barely a whisper. There’s no recipe for success as far as I can tell, just produce as much quality content as possible and hope it strikes a chord.
The satirical posts seem to get the most attention, but I think some of the more insightful posts are those in which I simply speak my mind, unfortunately the cynic within me presumes that’s only because people are only interested in reading about themselves. And I don’t mean like an autobiography.
Our connection with the material in front of us is paramount to the effect it has on our conscious mind,whether it be emotional or intellectual.
I knew President Obama would get re-elected, but sadly it wasn’t because I thought he deserved it but rather because he was the best of limited options. That’s a common complaint about politics, the limited party system, but much like the overwhelming majority of political complaints it comes with few realistic variables. For instance, the argument could be made that more political parties lessens the already detrimental ability to actually get anything fucking done. More parties would at least initially lead to more gridlock, the opposite of what we need.
If third party candidates wanted to actually make a difference they would conform their ideals to at least somewhat align with either the Democrats or Republicans and attempt to win their nomination. Otherwise you’re simply pissing in the wind because you’re just not going to get the media attention necessary in today’s world to actually compete.
Regardless of who won the election I was going to pray, metaphorically, that the country could at least somewhat unite. While it may be seductive to rub your victories in the faces of your dissenters, this merely provokes them to seek revenge as opposed to uniting towards a common goal.
I’m not under the naive perception that we can all just hold hands and agree on everything, but the level of ineptitude of our political system right now is preposterous. We have the lowest rated politicians in the history of political polling. Think about that for a moment, politics goes back a pretty long time to when it was invented by Larry King.
President Obama is supposed to be the most divisive politician since Satan got Congress to eat the forbidden fruit, and yet his approval rating legitimately rapes the shit out of Congress’ decrepit corpse.
The only thing more disappointing than Congress was the Detroit Tigers performance in the World Series. And the only thing worse than that was my sexual performance the past 4 months. (Totally kidding, performance implies actual activity). The Tigers were so bad in the World Series it made me forget why I even loved baseball in the first place.
I still don’t remember, that’s how bad it was.
It was worse than the spec script for Bio-Dome 2.
It was worse than Robert Downey Jr’s rap album.
It was worse than all of the Republicans to appear on The West Wing combined.
The worst thing about the Tigers World Series performance? Delmon Young. Not because he played poorly, because he DIDNT play poorly. You’re telling me the only guy who’s going to hit is the anti Semitic overweight porch monkey (I hate to sound racist, but Delmon Young is like the epitome of the previous racial slur) and I have to sit here and watch this shit?
Seen any good movies lately? no, who the hell has time to go to the movies I have something called a jobs and the rest of my free time is spent blogging and using my inherited superpowers to battle crime and seek vigilante justice while simultaneously banging the hot chick who hates my alter ego…me.
Oh sure, of course I’ll bang you, as long as your actually that masked superhero everyone keeps talking about, oh, you are, well then perfect.
I’m not sure what’s worse, when people do annoying shit online, or when internet elitists (like me) decide they’re justified in providing commentary on said annoying shit.
I love reading about the weather on facebook.
I love hearing about your lunch on twitter.
I love reading song lyrics that in no way reflect your exact personal feelings on everything.
I love trying to decipher your passive agressive threats and insults.
I love the internet.
If you just read all of this than applause is in order because you’re a fucking trooper. I couldn’t think of anything better to write, so I wrote, what I thought, was right.