Missing Statement

Yes, the title should read, "Mission Statement", and it would, had I a mission. And that IS a problem for results-oriented people, but how does one convey an inner desire to poke fun at almost everything? Pan-sarcasmosia?

I must warn you that there's nothing particularly deep, nothing particularly clever, and not, heaven forbid, anything of any consequence here! Forgive me if I've just defined blogging, but this IS the first willing testament of a confirmed anti-daily journalist. I never felt the need to record my thoughts, feelings, or deeds.

An acute awareness of history is part of the problem here, too. How many, of all the writers who ever writered, are remembered? What works of theirs do we actually remember(ed)? I'm not talking about people like Aristophanes, or the great novelist, George Pierre Burmesdorffenberger. I'm talking about the millions of average, day-to-day nameless scribes who labored all day long, century after century. All too few, if any, are recorded in the anal of history. So, are we to believe that blogging, though divine when compared to yellow journalism, is anything other than contributing to the honorable tradition of obliviated literature?

Well, maybe it IS something other. Is playing a musical instrument for one's self and friends futile? Is painting a landscape that nobody else will see a waste? Maybe there is something to be said for this blogging thing, after all. (insert raspberry sound here)

Jim's Disclaimer: The arthur offers no reasonabel explanations for misspellings missed punctuation or misconduct hereof and thereforth, by way of protesting the propagation of spell checkers and other encroachments upon our sybil libertrees.