"But Constructivist," you say, "what is this 'Blogoramaville' you speak of? Skippy says we're livin' in blogtopia." Sorry, people, but blogtopia is so last microsecond. Hadn't you heard that it got invaded, conquered, surveyed, and parcelled out, like, bloggy years ago?
"Whatever," you reply. "How is your dumb riff on McLuhan any better?" Well, after Turner (Ted) proclaimed the Closing of the Electronic Frontier Era, we've entered a new phase of virtual community-building. Blogoramaville gets at the cheesy small-town stench (I mean, barnyard aroma) of so many bloggy interactions. It's where we're at. We ain't no global village.
"All right, I'm in," you answer, conveniently getting into the spirit of "our" "dialogue." "So if Townsville has The Mayor and Springfield has Mayor Quimby, what kind of mayor does Blogoramaville deserve?" Great question--thanks for asking!
We all know Blogoramaville is a wasteland of broken windows, unreadable graffiti, and angry extremists who have nothing in common but their complete lack of civility. We all know the families who have left for the big city, "gone on vacation" indefinitely to parts unknown, or been driven out of town by flame-thrower-toting flash mobs. We all know how much fun it is to persistently and ruthlessly mock the village idiots. But there has to be more to life in Blogoramaville than that. We need to elect a Mayor to figure out what that is.
This is where the WAAGNFNP's own Chairman-for-Life and Professor of Dangeral Studies Michael Berube comes in. Or would, if his loyal
Anyone got any ideas how to do that?
Besides the WAAGNFNP's own Tribunus Laticlavius of the Ministry of Offense and Defense, that is, who offers Berube the following campaign slogan:
"Vote WAAGNFNP in 2008--you'll never have to vote again!"