Who’s going to be the first person to declare that blogging is dead in Vermont? Oh, okay, I’ll do it: Blogging is dead in Vermont.
Face it, you dolts: There ain’t enough of us to make it work. Besides, Vermonters are a culturally-frightened lot, worried….worried…worried about offending, even in the mildest of small-town ways. Poor things, since you talk so tough about…well…everything.
But I digress.
Blogging is dead in Vermont. Just look for yourselves. Go ahead, click away.
Baruth went from a self-loving blogger to a self-loving senator, keeping only the…ahem…self-love in the process. Did I mention “self love?” Oh, of course I did.
But let’s speed things up: The CandleBoy extinguished himself, Freyne died, She’s Right morphed into She’s Just Fucking Confused, Green Mountain Daily is a Democratic Dinosaur (but Odum keeps getting fired!), and five before chaos is still the great pretender, nearly-perfectly encapsulating all of Vermont liberal-dumb: All self-righteous attitude followed by starchy subservience, yawn).
Let’s face it, Vermont bloggers: The grown-ups took over the asylum. When the music in the game of musical-chairs-blogging ended, the (holds his nose) real journalists sat right down.
Yep, 7Days’ Blurt, the old-school stalwarts at Vermont Digger, the Freeps’ Buzz and even Mark Johnson’s podcasts (and he’s been on vacation forever) just kicked the kiddie-bloggers’ asses. File under: Talent, I guess. And content. And, oh yeah, showing up.
But, on the bright side, Vermont’s blogging failures aren’t all the fault of Vermont’s creative doldrums. We can also blame Facebook. And Twitter.
There. I said it.
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