Cross-Post Fever

What's all this I hear about someone going to one blog, writing an essay, and then posting the exact same essay on another blog? That's just wrong. You write a post, who cares if you write the same one? People in this day and age don't care about that kind of plagiarism. They have no morals. Not like myself. I'm a fully licensed hipocrite. I have the legal backing to backpedal on anything I say or do, because I'm always right. Unless it turns out I was wrong, in which case I never meant anything that I said.

Not many people would have a problem with something like that. I mean, in this day and age, with supercomputers that compute the largest prime numbers, do we really have time to quarrel over the simple things in life? Prime numbers are far more important than the hurt feelings that result from a heated argument. Wounded pride? More like wounded knee. That was a battle, wasn't it? Yes, it was a battle in the late 19^th century between the settlers and the indigenous people of the American west. Why did the settlers so despise the ghost dance? It wasn't anything of great import. It was a formality, really. You don't go into a gas station and say, "Why aren't you dancing?" See? It just doesn't look good, forcing people to dance. That's why it wasn't a constitutional requirement.

But what constitutes a constitutional requirement? I know. You know how, in the backs of books, there exists indicies? Yes, indicies. The plural of index. I like words that sound like that, ending in the letter "X" and whatnot. Is whatnot even a word?! But getting back to the indicies, they contain references to various parts of the book. Even have page numbers! What more could the avid reader hope for? Someone to hold their hand while they read? I can't imagine a more pathetic person. That's why I think books are bad for you. Especially if you regularly read in the dark. That's just bad for your eyes.