02.25
Dearly Beloved,
Just over 100 days ago, we buried Thunder Matt’s Saloon. Although it’s rotting carcass quivered on for several days, what was once a prosperous, blossoming community of thought and literary insight had turned into a decrepit, shallow shell of a site, frequented only by the desperate and desolate.
Yet today, in the wake of the closing of Pomp Culture, we celebrate the revival of Thunder Matt’s Saloon.
Although I am normally more accustomed to issuing final rights, I have perused the annals of the great voodoo priests, shaken the bones, and smoked the magical herb. I cannot guarantee this site will be as alive and vibrant as it once was, but it will emerge from the flotsam and jetsam of the blogosphere to live once again.
So rise, Thunder Matt’s Saloon! Rise from the ashes of your neglected ownership! Rise to conquer the throes of trivia and miscellanea! Rise to eat the flesh of pompous imitators who would dare relegate you to obscurity!
We have all seen the results of horror pictures and read the tales of the living dead. It is my hope to bring to you, loyal servant of the Thunder Congregation, a loyal bastion of a blog that not only lives forevermore in our hearts, but also grows past its former self. A site that will not only stimulate your mind but also your loins. One more fit than a fast food queen from Queens, more fertile than the octuplet mother of nine.
So now we ask of you, Maker of all things made, Endower of all things well-endowed, please grant Thunder Matt’s Saloon the willingness to live again, the wantonness to grow beyond what it once was, and wisdom need to not to let its owners decide to pull the rug out from under it and experiment with other sites again.
Long live Thunder Matt’s Saloon.
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