OK hombres, which one of you is the sheriff of Blogwood?
No? Nobody steppin' forward?
Coz week just gone, I was pretty sure I heard a few of you
cowpokes tryin’ to tell this blogger what she could and couldn’t do.
Somethin’ about fights with pardners and vomitin' on the
internets.
Now, I ain’t lookin' for a fight. No siree.
I just figure how this is the Wild West and all, if we’re all
law-abidin' folk, doin’ what the sheriff tells us, soon it won’t be so wild no
more.
What’s good for the goose ain’t always good for the gander.
Some of us bloggers wanna talk about the latest bonnets outta Philly. Some of
us wanna bring the latest news from the East coast. Some of us wanna be cowboys
and outlaws.
Blogwood is big enough for all us citizens, right? If you
gotta think twice ‘bout that post before hittin’ publish, hit publish and be
damned. Everyone ain’t gonna like you. So what? There ain’t no rules; we’re putting
down roots in a new frontier over here.
Who gave that sheriff a badge, anyhoo? Did they pin it on
theirselves?
I s’pect so.
So this is a message for the sheriff of Blogwood.
Before you come saunterin' into the Blogwood saloon, clickin'
those spurs and flashin' that shiny star round, tellin' us what we all should
be doin', remember that there ain’t no rules in this town.
If you keep tryin' to make all us bloggers obey your rules, this
town ain’t gonna be big enough for the both of us.
So drink up, sheriff, cos you’re on the first coach outa
here in the mornin' and it’s a thirsty journey. Don’t let the saloon doors hit
you on the dusty butt on the way out.
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