Soliloquy

To blog or not to blog, that is the question.
Whether ‘t is nobler in the mind, to suffer
The sticks and stones of caustic comment;
Or to take arms against a sea of trolls,
And with cutting wit, kill them? – To delete the blog, -to fall silent,
No more; -and, by deleting, to say we end
The manic monitoring of site traffic and technorati updates
That afflicts the denizens of blogland, - ‘t is a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To delete,-to release oneself:-
Release! Perchance to write a novel instead:-ay there’s the rub;
For with freed up time what inspiration for lengthier prose may come,
When we have pinged off this publish-and-comment coil
Permanently seeking approval and applause. There’s the respect,
That makes calamity of too many years of blogging:
For who would bear the whips and scorns from those with a life,
The popularity of Sexxxy Sandy because she likes to party,
The prevailing sycophantic cliqueyness that abounds,
The vomit-inducing Walt Disney sickliness
That is the looming prospect of Web Two-O?
When O’Reilly might his name make
With the invention of the clean-cut and toothless blogger
Free to rant as long as it is within the Rules,
Thus the sheriff star does a mockery make
Of blogging’s unique selling point:
The right to libel, offend and argue
If that’s what one wishes to do.