Can't Stop the Signal...

...motherfuckers.

I've been drinking and watching the O'Reilly Factor. I've tried watching it sober, but it does bad things to my blood pressure. Things have been that way ever since my irony broke.

So I'm drinking and watching O'Reilly. He has some talking heads bitching about bloggers. Apparently, some bid bad meanines who disagree with the American Spectator's presidential ass-licking. These evil, mean, bad guys published an editor's email address on their website. His poor inbox was flooded with disapproving emails! Oh no! Lions and Tigers and Giant Fucking Bears, oh my!


But it's okay, the people who bloc about politics are creepy fiends hiding in basements wearing tinfoil hats, or long haired granola eating freaks posting from their sidekick while they march to save the whales. And it's all slander, anyway. Icky poo nasty hearsay and hyperbole. Unlike O'Reilly's show!

This kinda shit makes me pull clumps of hair out by the root.

Let's hear it for the blog. Let's hear it for the livejournal. Let's hear it for the Geocities page. Let's hear it loud for Wikipedia. Let's hear it for freedom of the press. Finally.

You know who O'Reilly fears? Who he paints as a rumor-monger? The Smoking Gun. You know, those rumor mongers who publish legal documents Who back up their rumors with evidence. That's what O'Reilly fears, the free flow of information. But my Lord and Master Joss Whedon told me, "can't stop the signal". Fuck you, O'Reilly.

Bloggers, wearing their biases openly on their sleeves and not answering to corporate masters are the greatest example of democracy in action. And you can't stop our signal.