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Synthetic Opinion #0
A few weeks ago, I wrote 700 words for the Guardian. It was a glorious exercise in public self-castration, in which I exposed myself as the ill-informed prickwit that I quite frankly am. Since then, I've written a piece about how much I love progress bars, which I hope cemented my reputation as the Comment & Debate section's moronic fluff correspondant. I'm currently awaiting response from my third piece about "Embarrassment", which I'll put up here if it gets rejected.
What's become obvious, is that I need serious practice at pulling authoritative opinions from my arse. So, if anyone is still reading this blog after my crazy days of neglect, this is my challenge and my promise; I will write a 700-word opinion piece on any subject raised in the comments. And boy-frigging-howdy, I will be plumbing wells of passion you never knew I had. I will be searing. I will be sensational. I will be bereft of useful information. To make it in this game, I reckon I've got to churn it out like a cocksure fraud - so I won't research a fucking thing.
Look at this shit, I wrote this back in 2005. If I can write 1,000 words about putting on a sock, I reckon 700 words about the Palestinian conflict should be piss-play. So go on, you glorious titmice - get commenting and commission me into orbit.
(This blog post was this man's idea.)
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