There's much talk in the air these days about the suppression of free speech. You know, how the sturmtruppen of Chimpy McHalliHitlerShrubOil are breaking down the doors of everyone who dares speak Truth to Power and hauling them away into the night.
Immensely silly, of course.
But if you want an example of true, bonee-fidee censorship, look no further than right'cheer.
You see, the Missus and I have been invited to attend a social function being held by a Very Important Person. This Very Important Person happens to be so extremely snark-worthy that I practically started drooling at the prospect of being able to blog the event when I found out we were going.
That was my mistake. When my eyes lit up, the Missus knew exactly what I was thinking and said I was not to blog about it at. All. Robert.
(In fact, I'd probably get in trouble just for telling you that I'm not going to tell you about it. If she ever came over here. Which I don't think she does.)
This has been burning in the back of my brain for several days now. The temptation to just defy this edict and post away is excruciating. At the same time, it strikes me that the risks involved are somewhere between minimal and non-existent. (This V.I.P. is something of a patron of a friend of ours and if they ever saw my snarkiness it might prove embarassing.)
We'll see what happens. It's quite possible that nothing blog-worthy will actually happen. On the other hand, if some juicy material hurls itself into my lap, it's going to be mighty hard to resist..........
So, let me get this straight: Missus Llamabutcher has forbidden you to do something, which you would normally do in your own lushly appointed space on the Interweb; so you abscond to the Cake Eater pad (MY bride's pleasantly appointed home on the 'Net) to contemplate defying the Missus.
While Kathy can allow whoever she likes over to her place (we have that kind of openness...at least in one direction), I would hate for Missus Llamabutcher to get upset with Kathy for any actions of a cad Llama. Temptress though she may be, Cake Eater Land is not a Muslim state, and she is not responsible for the actions of men around her.
Posted by: MRN aka "The Husband" at May 6, 2006 08:20 AMNo, no. I wouldn't turn Kathy's place into either a bloggy cat house or a den of insurrection. I'm just doing a tad of, what, mulling here. If I ever do decide to man the barricades, it'll be on my own home turf.
Posted by: Robbo the Cake Eater at May 6, 2006 01:13 PMNo worries, Robert. Don't take me too seriously.
Posted by: MRN aka "The Husband" at May 8, 2006 07:44 AMWhat does this have to do with Cheetos?
Posted by: Steve the LLAmabutchers at May 8, 2006 08:40 AM