From 2008: How To Blog. Lesson One: There Is No Lesson Two
Unsubstantiated rumor. Epithet hurled at people who mildly disagree with you. Specious argument. Disregard for manners. Balogna. Baloney.
Now insert cut-and-paste research to bolster crabby worldview cadged from monomaniac manipulators, if plain fibbing is unavailable. Charts are best:
Remember, hyperlinks to pointless unedited text are great, but really long strings of URL gibberish that make reader's browser display funny because they run off the page are always better. When in doubt, it's best to just paste thousands of words in one big undifferentiated paragraph right in there like a texty skyscraper of unanswerable intellectual doom. Otherwise no one might read it.
Possessive it's. Possessive it's. Possessive it's.
Contraction for it is: its.
Point out spelling is for loosers, you spelling Nazi! I learned critical thinking at Community College! All you can do is spell.
Big bowl of que cue and queue in a mixed salad with bile.
Just yell Strawman! over and over. Not sure why.
I hate hate. I hate the hating haters who don't hate hate like me. Kill the hating haters! Sterilize the hating haters, then kill them and desecrate their graves and dig them up and hate them for hating like that.
One word for you: Hitler!
There are too many people. Something something Darwin. Something something border fence. Al Gore is fat. Rush Limbaugh is fat.
Apocalypse now. Apocalypse then.
You drink the Kool-Ade. I drink from the fountain of truth and wisdom. And Mountain Dew and Red Bull.
Don't forget: Drop dead! is way too generous a sentiment for anyone you don't like. They must perish in a conflagration.
Picture of cat, with non-sequitur slogan rendered in mangled syntax, spelling, and in an unattractive font.
Ascribe superpowers and imbecility to the same public personage for the same action. Point out that you're forced to take Paxil, Prozac, Valium, Xanax, Ativan, Effexor, Zoloft, Zyprexa, Seroquel, Strattera, Ritalin, and Adderall because everybody else is so crazy and neurotic. Then fire up an enormous medical cheeba blunt to calm down.
***Place quote from "The Big Lebowski" here where quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson used to go***
Remind everyone of your threat to move to Canada if the political Zeitgeist doesn't shape up. Divide yourselves equally between people who will flee to Canada because it's full of pacifist diversity-minded hippies, or because you're going to get a job in the 1890s style oil boom economy where people go to the saloon after work with a six shooter on their belt. Never leave your cubicle or your couch, though.
For no particular reason, and with no particular point in mind, finish up the whole thing with: