Rowhouse Logic - Breathtaking Inanity

I’ve been so pleased with the recent discussion of blogger ethics (here, there, everywhere), if only because there is little in life I enjoy more than reading the revelations that inevitably result when a young man or woman casts a lusty gaze upon their own navel. Ah, for just a little bit of the sweet and succulent taste of newly discovered lint, I’d gladly part with all my worldly possessions.

As the least insightful, and in a certain sense, the most grammatically challenged blogger of my generation, I feel duty bound to use my advanced muscle relaxation techniques to cast a lusty gaze on my naval with one eye, look you in the eye with the other, and swear that I am as ethically pure as the driven snow. Everything I say, save the lies, is true. This has always been the case and always will. I will never change my personal opinions for gifts or money, even if that’s not reflected in what I write here. This I promise.

As a case in point, in October of last year I called my state senator, Vince Fumo, something rather less than flattering. Shortly thereafter, Mr. Fumo sent me a five dollar calling card featuring his a picture of his smiling face superimposed over the billowing image of the flag. Now, I haven’t said anything mean about Mr. Fumo since then but I swear it has nothing to do with the fact that he presented me with that fine keepsake, which I still keep in my wallet to this day. See — Ethics. Hurray!

Hell, I even have a code of content I adhere to strictly and enforce with all of my guest posters. No porn. Not even the soft stuff. There never has been any, and there never will be any. This I promise.

P.S. By way of full disclosure, I’m still not promising to read or understand the stuff I link to.

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