On entering the blogosphere
Irate Codger, who so often feels a beleaguered minority of one, is pleased to learn that he's part of an irresistable, world-sweeping trend of frustrated, deluded egomaniacs, each determined to have his say, to contribute his own squeak, trill, or milisecond bass note to the ever-swelling cacaphonous din. There's another name for McLuhan's Global Village. Bedlam.
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