“The world needs more blogs like Madonna needs more Botox” writes Norman Chad in his weekly entry for the Washington Post, the culturally savvy columnist concluding, “blogging is writing about as much as working the pole is dancing.”
At least the talk-radio host, after three or four hours of public proclamations, shuts down. But blogs are like 7-Eleven: They have a bunch of stuff you usually don’t need and they never close. The blogger can — and often does — operate at any time of day or night.
Flip Saunders can’t coach? Let me tell everyone how I feel!
Another blown save from Francisco Cordero? Let me tell everyone how I feel!
Just had a rare, late-afternoon bowel movement? Let me tell everyone how I feel!
If a blogger were sitting next to you in a bar, you’d stop drinking.
So, yeah, I recently said no to starting a sports blog. Who wants more of me, other than couples counselors? And why would I want to pollute an already polluted blogosphere? As for those of you who insist on blogging on, I just ask that you be more kind and gentle, less cutting and snide.
Besides, I’m figuring there are no blogs in heaven. Then again, I’m probably looking at purgatory, and firejoemorgan.com might make it a bit less insufferable.
I get it, Norm– there’s a million blogs out there, and the ALL SUCK. Every one of them. So because of that, in another day or two there’ll be no more blogs left, because they’ll all wither away on their own. Cross your fingers.
He’s just sore his competition has overtaken his appeal. No one cares who Norm Chad is and no one cares about his expertise in poker.