But it's hard, y'know?
This morning I had every intention of getting back on track when my attention was diverted. It seems this blog was mentioned in something called Tony's Kansas City. (Note to female readers: Tony is one of these guys who must constantly prove his manhood by putting up centerfold-type shots with lots of cleavage. Well, I guess in fairness he may not be compensating. Maybe he just wants to be able to brag about the hits on this mess of a site and hope we won't realize it's just the same 10 teenagers in their moms' basements clicking in over and over again.)
But he mentioned me so of course I had to spend some time looking around his site and quid pro quo, I'll link him (ewww) just this once.
Tony is a bitter and unhappy blogger. He does not like the Star. Even so, as the names of those laid off began to dribble out, he played it all solemn. "Damn," he wrote, after announcing the first few names.
Of course, he called Mike a d-bag, as he seems to have a case of d-bag Tourette's where Mike is concerned. That whole shtick has become something of a yawner. Really, he goes after my husband with a stalker's intensity that's a little..uh...weird to be honest.
But here's the reason I'm writing anything at all about old Tony. In an earlier post, at the end of "Five Reasons to Fire Mike Hendricks!!!" he wrote about the Star:
"...the Kansas City Institution (the Star) deserves every bit of financial hardship that comes their (sic) way as I link their stuff, make their content my own and chuckle as their business model is cleaned away from the digital age."
"As their business model is cleaned away from the digital age." The last part of that sentence is a mystery (seriously Tony. I can recommend some good English usage textbooks). But it's clear enough that TKC has been spending some time alone, working himself into a sort of auto-ecstasy over the mental anguish of not just Mike, but everyone who got bad news yesterday.
That's what gets me. To the Tony's and the Rush Limbaughs and the Ann Coulters of this world, this whole thing is a big game. No real people are involved. Just cardboard cutouts from the imagination impaired. And oh, how it messes with their minds when you don't fit into the perfect little category they have picked out for you. That's what comes, I guess, of sitting at a computer all day and never venturing out of your comfort zone.
In the meantime, people who've been dealt the indignity of layoffs and cutbacks worry about paying the mortgage and feeding their families. Should they also have to deal with these little Rumpelstiltskin creatures dancing around and cackling about it?
I've seen a lot of hateful stuff on this site before but never replied because until recently, I assumed Tony was 15, and how would that look? I decided today, though, that enough was enough.
Dwelling on this is seriously damaging my optimism vibe. So this will be the last time I write about this site. Ever. I have bigger flies to swat.
Tony, best of luck with your career. Hope you get a girlfriend or a high colonic--whichever is most effective. Adieu.
That's what gets me. To the Tony's and the Rush Limbaughs and the Ann Coulters of this world, this whole thing is a big game. No real people are involved. Just cardboard cutouts from the imagination impaired. And oh, how it messes with their minds when you don't fit into the perfect little category they have picked out for you. That's what comes, I guess, of sitting at a computer all day and never venturing out of your comfort zone.
In the meantime, people who've been dealt the indignity of layoffs and cutbacks worry about paying the mortgage and feeding their families. Should they also have to deal with these little Rumpelstiltskin creatures dancing around and cackling about it?
Dwelling on this is seriously damaging my optimism vibe. So this will be the last time I write about this site. Ever. I have bigger flies to swat.
Tony, best of luck with your career. Hope you get a girlfriend or a high colonic--whichever is most effective. Adieu.
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