Ann Coulter or Someone Closer?

Da dada ta dada dada dat daaaah...I'm feeling so tired, can't understand it
Just had a fortnights sleep
I'm feeling so tired, Ow!, so distracted
Ain't touched a thing all week

I'm feeling drunk, juiced up and sloppy
Ain't touched a drink all night
Feeling hungry, can't see the reason
Just had a horse meat pie

Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a Pavlov dog Yeah when you lay me out
My heart starts beating like a big bass drum, alright

Yeah you got to mix it child
Ya got to fix it must be love
It's a bitch You got to mix it child
Ya got to fix it must be love It's a bitch allright

Sometimes I'm sexy, move like a stud
Kicking the stall all night
Sometimes I'm so shy, got to be worked on
Don't have no bark or bite

Yeah when you call my name
I salivate like a Pavlov dog Yeah when you lay me out
My heart starts beating like a big bass drum
- Rolling Stones

This is OUR medium. We who care enough to blog-on inventing a genre that's inclusive and interactive and permits so much variety of expression, we exist in contradistinction to those who leverage this technology and this community strictly for career advancement, self aggrandizement, and personal advantage.

This is OUR medium. We who laugh and love and squabble and irritate and make-up and hug, we who express our feelings simply on one hand while layering complexity with our profound contributions to evolving epistemic modalities on the other, this is OUR medium.

This is OUR medium, we who create brief and fleeting moments of beauty, flashes of insights, draw connections for each other and map the terrain of tomorrow together, we own this place.

Sometimes you have to ignore the bullshit and withdraw from the grasping, striving, controlling, radioactive field of a highly neurotic second-rater in melt-down. It is better to call a bitch a bitch, and say fuck-her-if-she-can't-take-a-joke.

And just for gender balance, let's not forget that there are plenty of sons-of-bitches to whom this also applies.

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