Anonymous is dead. And I have killed him. Yes, friends, I am coming out of the closet. No, not that, Pickle Weasel! My name is Anonymous. And I can’t spell. Come to think of it, I can’t punctuate or capitalize, either. Also, I have a problem accepting the fact that everything in the world is not evil. I need help.
Yes, friends, I must confess that for the past few weeks or so, I have been haunting the Blog pretending to be someone I am not. Or, perhaps more accurately, pretending not to be who I am. I am Anonymous. I feel badly about this deception.
Wait! No, I don’t! It was fun and I’d do it again. Hehehehee! Seriously, though, I hope you blogging buddies won’t hold this little joke against me. I got the idea from the very first Anonymous post (which was not me) and decided it would be fun to continue the little game.
It wasn’t easy, let me tell you. I had to change my entire writing style, misspell key words, and keep my own comments sufficiently apart so as not to incriminate myself with identical timestamps. I then responded to myself and acted amused at the righteous ravings. And amused I was.
Hopefully, you all found this as entertaining as I did and realize it was all in good fun. But now I grow weary of the charade and nothing ruins a good joke faster than carrying it past its expiration date, anyway.
Perhaps the real Anonymous, the one who first accosted Foo, will see this post and realize it is now their turn to take up the slack. Back into the saddle, O Genuine Anonymous! (I didn’t mean that sexually, by the way.)