Porky's Garden of Eloquence

So twice five miles of fertile ground/ With walls and towers were girdled round/ And there was Porky's Garden bright with sinuous rills/ Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree/ And here were forests ancient as the hills/ Enfolding sunny spots of wankery.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

A Ground-Clearing

As a founding member of The Garden, I herewith pledge myself to posts that are consistent, salient, and nec'y.

Too many blogs slavishly consider the events or politics of the day through the same filter, and then only look for trends that support the same boorish hypotheses.

Too many blogs refuse to ask or consider dangerous questions.

Too many blogs fail to address the modern tendency to focus on "what is nice/polite" rather than "what is true."

The Garden should not flinch from asking the most troubling questions.

Including ones about the butt.

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