Blog This

My friends have a fear of what they call “being blogged.”

I heard it again the other night, and not for the first time. We were sitting around having a couple of drinks and one of them said, “I want to say something, but I’m not going to because I don’t want to get blogged.”

By me, that is. And I understand their fear. They’ll be talking to me one minute, chatting away about this that and the other, and the next day they see it in quotation marks.

I need to put their minds at ease. There’s certain rules in regards to writing, whether in blog form or the old fashioned way. The first rule is: don’t lie. Don’t make something up out of whole cloth and pretend that somebody said it. You can paraphrase all you want, but never lie.

Second, don’t bother with their names. Even if the thing gets into print, a name isn’t usually necessary.

So my friends can rest easy. I won’t lie about what you say. And if I happen to mention the time you got drunk and slept with five Thai hookers while on a weekend bender, I won’t mention your name, either.

I notice Al Gore managed to make the news this week. He went before Congress and talked about global warming and made himself look like a condescending know-it-all. Again.

Al Gore: “The Earth has a fever.”

Really, Al? A fever you say? Well kindly hand me that super sized bottle of aspirin so we can help bring its temperature down. Have mom make a cold compress to put on its forehead, and fire up the stove so we can make some hearty chicken noodle soup. While you’re at it, would you mind running the kettle so the Earth can dip its feet in warm water? Oh, and put a towel over its head, lest it catches chill. It’s awfully drafty in outer space. Tuck it in before bedtime, wipe its nose, read Where the Wild Things Are, and ask if Al can kiss it all better. Then call it “Earthy,” pinch its cheek, and shut out the light, making sure to tell Neptune and Venus to keep it down, because Earth is trying to sleep.

“The Earth has a fever.” What kind of an arrogant ass goes before Congress (and the TV cameras; let’s not forget why he was there in the first place) and talks to senators as if they are three years old? This man is quoted as saying that global warming is going to be the end of civilization as we know it, and he uses “The Earth has a fever,” to describe this scientific catastrophe.

I would love to hear Al Gore describe other problems using his condescending, talk-down-to-children-tone.

The Leaning Tower of Pisa: “The marble feels dizzy.”

9/11: “The birdies hit your Leggo set.”

Oil spill: “Exxon made a boo-boo.”

Hurricane Katrina: “Someone pulled the Caribbean’s finger.”

Apartment suicide: “Little man fall down, go boom.”

Assault and battery: “The bullies played a mean game of tag.”

Nothing will make this man keep his trap shut, especially after having his butt kissed at the Oscars.

Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against Al Gore. Okay, yes I do. But what bothers me about him is that I have to look out the window at snow and ice, listen to him say that the Earth is getting too hot to bear and that I shouldn’t drive an SUV, then watch him hop a gas guzzling jet plane back to his estate.

Civilization as we know it, Al? What’s this we crap?