I am seeing a phenomenon all throughout the blogosphere. Major bloggers quitting because they are tired of doing it, and/or they got their widdle feelings hurt.
No one, not one of you, or all of you, could say or do anything to make me quit if I didn't want to. That is my decision, should I choose to leave the arena.
If you try to scare me, I'll scare you right back. Your hair will turn white while I do what I would do to you. With a potato peeler. And a corkscrew. And a garlic press. Or whatever else I can find in your kitchen, while you sit there duct-taped to your chair, your mouth taped shut, and breathing blood bubbles out of the two holes where your nose used to be before I sliced it off.
I am pretty much the last person on this planet that you want to piss off. Seriously.
So, quit if you want. Duh, and of course. Just don't ask me to respect your decision. Wimp. I'm dying, and it is not comfortable, and I don't whine about it, so shut the fuck up and deal with it. Some loser troll trying to break your balls? Bat them around as a cat would a mouse. Or just eliminate them from your personal universe.
Blogging has been called lots of things, but so far, and first and foremost, it is the most honest and true form of expression there has ever been. You can say what you want, whenever you want, and it can be read by the entire world. So far.
The Japanese soldiers that assaulted Nanking China, before Pearl Harbor, raped every woman they came across. Then, for amusement, they tossed the woman's infant to a fellow soldier, and the game was to skewer the infant on their bayonet. Bets were made, money was exchanged.
And you whine because some dickwad was mean to you on your blog?
Get some perspective, people.