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Here’s my fool-proof way of making my favorite blogs shoo-ins for the Top 10 Emerging Influential Blogs of 2009. Hear me out, guys.
Off-tangent: My French maid will attest that my blood pressure has returned to normal levels since my last post. In short, I’m fit to make a fool of myself once again. Hold on to your seats, guys.
World Domination Blueprint
I will harness the sheer voting power of Pinamalayan, Oriental Mindoro to catapult, for example adopted son Rob Angeles and nine other bloggers to the winners’ circle. Wait, my French maid had given me a note. “What! I’m the lone blogger of Pinamalayan? WTF.”
Okay, Plan B. I will harness the sheer voting muscle of Oriental Mindoro. Okay, here comes the French maid again. Guys, the note says, “Only you and Buraot of Naujan are Mindoro-bred.” Darn. Foiled again.
Regional voting
Okay, for the last time – I will harness the humongous voting block of Southern Tagalog Region. Ah, that will keep my French maid busy for an hour or two.
Seriously, is this your idea of helping your friends achieve some measure of success – at least through this writing project?
Are you nuts?
Are you fools?
Strut your stuff on the world stage
This is the Information Age, guys. What are you – still living in caves? At this very moment, my good friend Dan Miranda – all of 13 years old – is stamping his unique uberness on the world stage, impressing even the likes of Darren Rowse to make him a guest blogger in TwiTip. That was weeks ago. Think what this passionate young blogger has achieved since then.
But what are you doing? You’re doing bird calls to your fellow cavemen so you can band together in a vain attempt to make a good showing for your candidates. Crap.
The folly of regionalism
If that is the only weapon in your arsenal, let me ask you this: what will you think if I round up 50 cavemen in Oriental Mindoro, sign up each of them a blogger account, write a post for each of them with only 10 blogs from my region, and submit it to Ms. Janette Toral?
Who’s stopping me? You can’t. My 10 candidates surely meet the cut-off date requirement. The blogs of my 50 cavemen surely are eligible to vote.
Are you shaking yet in your breeches?
Are you salivating yet?
Be regionalistic, if that’s your cup of tea. It’s not mine.
Because I am not a caveman anymore.
Are you?
