They hate each other and we popcorn-consuming, bedazzled bystanders are, get this, the shitnitz. My dear friends and non-friends, please allow me this moment to regress momentarily to my childhood: “Boo-fucking-hoo, people”. Exchanging barbs: not so bizarre, but between friends, it’s just enough material to get the blood going, ya know what I’m saying? Why pay Astro to watch some lame-assed television show about cute blondes saving the world from vampires, eh, when you have your own set of vampires here in “blog-o-blah-land”! It’s fun for the family, people, and we should watch with rapt attention!

Not only are innocent bystanders given the shaft, it appears we should write long, boring socio-political commentary for it, since quite a bit of ire is reserved for such worthies, eh? Wah, where should start? Let’s see:

Blog wars are the result of a genetic predisposition for violence in people, developed and isolated over time by the rabid, mental in-breeding of various sectors of the population who have a high dependency on advances in communication technology, most telling in people who have a predilection for porn and high-speed broadband.

Not a biologically-inspired genetic predisposition, let us be clear, because their parents have absolutely nothing to do with it. But rather, it is a tendency borne out of a prolonged exposure to the common dross that inhabits the realm we call the internet, engendering a pathological predisposition to share common thoughts and share common vices, inter alia, a habitual tendency to believe they have discovered the answers to the universe, and a vile tendency to rip any naysayers to shreds.

The current altercation we’ll term “petty blog war” is a classic example of group-think on a massive scale, and as insidious as they come: genuine and yet bearing all the trappings of a panoply of red herrings, straw men and ad hominums, ad nauseam. It is a massive race for attention underlying the psychology of the parties in question; both parties genuinely hate each other but have between them an implicit compact: “you’re a buttfucker, but let’s drum up some attention while we’re at it”.

It’s a “power-grab”, in more mundane terms, but rather than Hobbesian chaos, we see a shrewd and cunning interplay of truth and half-truth, lie and half-lie weaving a web of seeming, my dear readers, of seeming; a massive game put in motion by the group-think, a pattern of conflict that generates a bizarre benefit for all parties.

Such is the space we inhabit, dear readers, and we would do well to be aware of it.

Your inexpert guide,
Xpyre

But it’s all a game, people, a charming little game and no one’s the enemy, apparently. I can almost hear the self-congratulatory backslaps and hugs, so no harm done, ya?

Now that we’re past that drivel, please go visit the links below for more paternal pats on the head and a bit of perspective.

Links:

[Lesson 1]
[Lesson 2]