So … I'm blogging with some pals of mine, actually
participating in a blog where none of us has been kicked out.
Wait. Let me rephrase
that.
We are bloggers (a core group) who collectively have been
thrown off of not one but TWO blogs.
That's right -- We as a group have been banned from two blog sites. Well, first we got banned from one site, a
regional news station here in Boston, and then we started a blog site for
banned bloggers. Somehow we blew up that
blog, too, so now we're on a blog for banned bloggers who have also been banned
from the blog for banned bloggers.
It is the Blog for Banned Bloggers From Banned Blogs.
We are multi-talented.
We are alliterative. We are
alliterally multi-talented.
This is not the first nor even the second blog from which I
have been banned. Not even the
third. Nor the fourth. Might be the fifth, maybe the sixth or
seventh. I have even been banned from
national network television blogs.
HA! Beat that with a stick until
it's dead, why don't ya.
I know, I know. I
should be ashamed of myself. And I
am. Not.
Hell, for a few days, I even got banned from my OWN
blog. That's goddamned gifted, if you
ask me. I mean, who the hell complained
about the contents of my blog? Certainly
not me, and I'm the only administrator.
Apparently God himself disapproved of what I was posting. Or maybe it was Bill Gates. Sometimes they both mistake themselves for
each other.
I don't want to bore you with the minutiae of how and why I
have been banned (multiple times) from these blogs. Also, I believe the gag orders are still in
place, so it wouldn't be prudent to upset the litigants just yet. But I can give you a little flavor, a taste,
a barbecued tidbit as it were, of why the Sandbox Outcasts are now the Outcast
Sandbox Outcasts.
Take Thursday's conversation, for example.
The topic is, of course, about love since it's Valentine's
Day. It starts out innocently
enough. There are some games to play
(holiday word games) along with some spirited posts about the Hallmark
holiday. I, of course, encourage
everyone to shake their booty for me, which the gentlemen are happy to do. And Tin.
She's always up for a good booty shake, even more so if firemen are around. Valentine's Day is just another lame excuse
to shake, shake, shake.
Suddenly, someone on the blog mentions fugitive cop-killer
Christopher Dorner. The conversation
quickly turns dark, which, for Valentine's Day really isn't anything
unusual. After all, on February 14,
1400, King Richard II of England died while being held captive in Yorkshire at
Pontefract Castle. Ironically, he
starved to death … on Valentine's Day.
No one sent him chocolates, apparently.
Captain James Cook, British explorer, whose sailing master was
coincidentally William Bligh (yes, that
William Bligh, captain of the mutinous Bounty
crew), died on February 14, 1779, at the hands of rebellious native Hawaiians. Then there's the infamous St. Valentine's Day
Massacre, February 14, 1929, in which seven members and known associates of the
Moran gang were mowed down in Chicago by members of rival Al Capone's
gang.
It seems that red is the color of Valentine's Day for a
multitude of reasons.
Back to Dorner. The
blog conversation today turns to an in-depth discussion about the cabin in
which cop-killer Dorner allegedly lost his life the day before (February
13). There is talk of an incendiary
device, whether intentional or not, that set the hide-out on fire, trapping the
maniac gunman inside. Charred remains
are found, and they are tentatively identified as Dorner.
When the news hits the wire service, our blog lights
up.
I am catching up on the blog posts after a long day at
work. The posts string together without
regard to time lapses, but I am suddenly very aware that there must've been a
gap. There must've been a substantial gap. One post after an offhand reference to
Kentucky Fried Dorner, one of the bloggers posts, "Has anyone been to
Burton's Grill?"
Wait a sec. Fried
fugitive to grill food? This is like
transitioning at 100 mph. This is like
zero to whacko in less than a paragraph.
This is why I love this group of
Outcast Sandbox Outcasts.
Happy belated Valentine's Day to all of my crazy blog friends.
You know who you are; we share a collective brain. Happy day to my 'BZ reject friends, to my CBS
reject friends, to my Jericho reject friends, to my Sandbox reject friends, to
those I've offended on the Globe, Herald, Tribune, Keller at Large, and
Conversation Nation blogs. I apologize
for partaking in the massacres of those blogs, but it seems to be a standing
Valentine's Day tradition.
I'm in good company.
