Rainy days bode contemplation for many people. This sad cliche is true for me currently, though it is not a contemplation of reflection. My contemplation rests with anonymous authors who tend to dictate the free time of their peers. Each word in their essays drip with sarcasm and subtle cynicism, or so they think. With their writings, or their blogs, they try to steer their readers toward strong belief about each topic they address. It's propaganda, really.
Our school could use more strong opinions, more standing for what's right. But simple babble, which boils down to fake intelligence, is not fodder for standing for what's right. I've read better writing in high school blogs than this guy. Obviously his wit doesn't reach the height of The Economist or even Smitten Kitchen.
But the glamour to his followers and what constantly draws them back is his identity. Who is this mysterious fellow? Where were his opinions in class, and why does he wait to bleed online?
Only time will tell if you have the patience to wait for Mr. Propaganda.
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