On The Seeming Futility of Things In General: A Jeremiad of sorts 6/06

I know that it would be really great, even keen, to post some little autobiographical something (a specimen, perhaps; or an episode from my life, from my rather rose-colored and idyllic, Edenic childhood) but if no one reads it, then what is the point? As you may no doubt currently infer, I am an impatient man. Though I have been on delicious, wondrous, heavenly blogspot.com for at least two to three days now, I have no hits and no followers....yet. That deficiency of subscribers I hope to reverse and increase; yet I am not certain if this can be achieved by being overly honest or confessional. After all, in today's modern world of sublime delights and no decadence or sorrowfulness or atrocity or ignorance whatsoever, no one can brook true honesty for long. It is an affront to all people, apparently. They adore their subterfuge. Thus, if honesty and trust are the foundation of all major relationships, why, if everyone abhors it, does anyone bother having an obviously fake relationship? At least, with this blog page of mine, I can finally tell the world at large the truth that they have so conveniently overlooked for so long-especially women; they have overlooked this particular truth for too long, much to the detriment of whatever iotas remain intact of their self-worth and dignity. I might not be so wont to post such thing as this, but jealousy and a ridiculous, uncalled-for feeling of being excluded are potent sensations, sensations that create bitterness that in turn creates a foundation for scrutiny and the basis for a newfound philosophy. One that abhors stupidity and hurtfulness...especially self-hurtfulness. However, this being not the main subject of this particular entry, I will dispense with that topic for the time being. Rather I intended this to be something else. But I want readers and subscribers (most of whom are, no doubt, too fiendishly ignorant and stupid to understand the first thing that I am writing) and I must pander to them, right? So, in essence, what is it that they want? I don't know and being an intelligent man, one who can tell them what they need, not take foolish suggestions from morons, I don't care. The End.