i'll admit it: this diary is stupid. it's derivative, it's condescending, and worst of all, it adds nothing to the calm, reasoned discourse that is daily kos. i can't believe that anyone would expect me to enjoy this diary, just because i wrote it myself.
first of all, my user id is low, probably lower than donald trump's believability. that doesn't mean anything, except that i've been around longer than all of you combined. this, apparently, is dkos4. damn, i didn't even know there was dkos2 or 3. but what does that have to do with my diary? let me put it this way: i know who marisacat is. i remember maryscott o'connor and booman. those were the days. not like now, when people expect to get front-paged just by writing good. you kids get off of my blog!
i am a trusted user. however, i don't even know what that means. what the hell am i being trusted to use, and who's trusting me anyway? and as groucho marx never said, i wouldn't trust anyone that trusts me, not if they know what's good for them. or me.
but mainly, i remember when meaning used to mean something. nowadays diaries get written up and written off before there's any time to recommend them. and then there's usually nothing left to do but flame each other in the comments. with any luck at all, the only comments left on this diary will agree with me that this diary was a complete waste of time and pixels. i can't believe i even wrote it. i can't even believe i wrote that sentense. or that last one, either. or that one. that last one, ok, sure, i can see where i'd want to write that one. but not that last one. or that one, either.
in conclusion, i'd like to thank everyone for pitching in to help little moishe celebrate his journey into manhood, and don't forget to tip your waiters. but nothing can ever make me apologize for not liking this diary. except maybe money.