As I mentioned earlier, I’ve thrown my hat into the ring for the latest King of the Blogs competition, hoping to turn said hat into a crown, scepter, and lots and lots of dancing girls. (I mean, ‘loyal subjects‘ Subjects. What did I say, anyway?)
So, this week’s ‘Challenge Question’ is:
‘Why do you deserve the King (or Queen) of the Blogs title, and why don’t your adversaries?‘
Well, let’s jump right in with both feet, and any other appendages that we think might be helpful. Shall we?
First, I think you have to ask yourself this question: If you were living in a monarchy yourself, then what kind of a king would you want?
Seriously, we’re talking about the king of all the blogs here. As bloggers and blog readers yourselves, you have a duty — nay, a responsibility — nay, nay, really just a passing interest, come to think of it — to consider this question. And while you’re chewing on that, I’ll tell you what I think about the whole thing. (‘Cause that’s my job around here.)
Personally, I think I’d want in a king what women nearly universally say they want in a man — a sense of humor.
(Yeah, yeah, I know they’re just saying that. Work with me here, dammit!)
But think about it — do you really want one of those sourpuss despots running around, burning villages and whisking away dissidents? Nah — that shit gets old really fast. Or how about a boring, efficient ruler — all tax decrees and proclamations, but no court jesters? Bo-ring. And don’t even get me started on those ‘absolute power corrupts absolutely’ types, spending cash for all the fun stuff — including the dancing girls, dammit! — but keeping it all for themselves. I say, if you can’t bring enough for the whole class, leave that shit at home, Your Highness. Nobody likes a damned hoarder.
Anyway, that’s my two cents on what kind of a king the blogosphere should have. And frankly, if you peruse the other candidates this week — and I definitely encourage you to do so — I’m afraid that you won’t find much of the humor (or ‘humour‘, for our out-of-town friends) and compassion and sharing (it’s okay — I’m disease-free!) that I would bring to the kingly table. Really, check them out — there’s a lot of politics, and religion, and media commentary, and… um, ‘lawyeriness‘; but where’s the fun, man? Those people can’t love you like I do, folks — there’s just no contest. No, verily. Look for yourselves. I royal-steed-shit you not.
Don’t get me wrong, of course. I’m sure that all of the other contestants are nice folks. They probably call their mothers regularly, and help old ladies across the street, and I’m sure they’re all really funny, if you just got to know them.
(Well, okay, all except this guy. And while I hate to pop an aside in here to deal with this cluetard, I really think it’ll be a lot of fun. His KotB post is a series of rambling rants — a veritable Volkswagenful of vitriol — about why ‘everybody sucks but me’. He seems to be quite the ‘angry young man’; he even refused to link to the other entries. Oooooh. *yawn*
I skimmed a couple of paragraphs at the top before getting bored, so I scrolled down to see how he felt about this site. And oh, I was ever so disappointed that he wasn’t happy with his user experience. A few points he made, for your entertainment:
Sorry about all that, folks. But it seemed like fun before it just got sad and cranky. Sort of how I imagine sex with Paris Hilton would be, but that’s beside the point. But I did get my bile out for — I dunno, the month, maybe — and there’s nothing in the contest rules that says we can’t respond to another contestant’s douchebag post, so there it is. And now I need a shower. Ick.
Enough of that, I say! Make with the merriment again! *clap clap* See? I’ve got this kingly shit down-pat already. Hail, me!)
Anyway, back to my point — I alone am the man who can assume the kingship of the blogs, and make it fun. And happy subjects are loyal subjects, my friends. (Just like happy dancing girls are loyal dancing girls — always with the dancing girls around here…) Would any of the other contenders decree a ‘Everybody Change Your Passwords to ‘Foo’ for a Day‘ free-for-all? Clearly, no. How about the ‘Party at Wil Wheaton’s House, Whether He Knows It or Not‘ proclamation? I doubt it. And the ‘Blog While Covered in Chocolate Syrup Day‘? Look, they’d just never think of it, that’s all. It’s not their fault, really.
So that’s why I, above the others, deserve — nay, command — oops, nay again, want — the title of King of the Blogs. We’ve had enough despots and tyrants, folks — it’s time to put the ‘Oy!‘ back in royalty. Now who’s up for some chocolate syrup?Permalink | 19 Comments