I don’t know how many times I have to repeat myself. Apparently, it’s about ten zillion. That being said, for the ten zillionth and one time, this is your not your house. So suck it.
This is my house. Period. These are also my hands that type nearly every word that appears here bar the great writers that choose to include their work on its walls. Everything you see in my house was built by me. I have spent thousands of hours working on my house.
This is NOT your house. You do not get up every morning and spend all your free time working on it. You do not pay its mortgage, you do not answer to its wife, and most importantly you have no say in its content.
This may surprise you, but this is also not a Packers blog. This is a blog about Alex the Packer fan. Alex the Packer fan has absolutely zero responsibility to satisfy you or other Packer fans. Alex is not obligated to be professional, Alex is not required to censor himself, and Alex does not care what you think.
I will say what I want, write what I want, tweet what I want, and do anything and everything else that I want. Why? Because this is my house.
If you ever want my house, you will not get it. My house is not for sale. Therefore, however you think I decorate my house does not matter to me. My house is not the most friendly place. If you are looking for fluffy bunnies in my house you are out of luck. I don’t like fuzzy bunnies.
This is not a professional place, nor am I obligated to make it one. This is a place where I write, a place where I write whatever I want. If this offends you, that is too bad. If it really bothers you, take that opportunity to go write about me at your own house. It makes no difference to me, it’s yours.
Twitter is part of my house too, the garage. Sometimes I like to work out in the garage. You are not allowed to choose what I build in my garage. If I want to make something in there I will.
My house does not care about your moral or ethical high ground. My house likes living in the low income district.
My house is smarmy.
If you don’t like my house, don’t come over. My house does not care.
My house thinks you’re a dumbass anyway.
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