Son, we live in a world that has Suds and those Suds need to be guarded by men with Blogs. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Sweet Dick? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Pax and curse the Blog; you have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Pax's ban, while tragic, probably improved posts and that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, improves posts. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at keg parties you want me on that blog, you need me on that blog. We use words like Suds, Hams, Sippin'. We use them as the backbone of a life trying to blog something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who Sips Suds and posts under the blanket of the very blog I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you," and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a Sud and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
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