There must be some kind of Dooce-related drama out there in blog land. Every time someone steps up and mentions that dear Heather Armstrong is, in fact, a bitter, nasty, mean-spirited, kid-pimping, husband-dominating, non-smiling shrew bitch who hates pretty much everyone but expects them all to worship her (and keep her page views up) anyway, her blind, dumbfuck defenders come out of the woodwork to bash, berate and terrorize whomever it was who tried to use Dooce to “increase their own page views and ride her coattails,” or some such nonsense, my blog gets hits from people searching and trying to figure out what’s going on.

(I had posted some .pdf file regarding some book deal Dooce fucked and blamed the publisher for and then tried to remove all references about from the internet, but it was part of a previous version of this blog and I’d have to look for it locally and upload it to make it available again. I’m not sure I care that much. In fact, I’m pretty sure I don’t. There was also an incident where I “stole” a copyrighted picture of Dooce sycophant Sweetney from Dooce’s Flickr page, who cried to her about it because I pointed out that it was less than flattering of Sweetney, and who, in turn, sicced her pussy husband Jon after me to cease and desist.)

While I have no information regarding whatever’s going on out there in terms of the drama the Queen of All Mommybots is probably instigating but blaming someone else for now, and what old information I had has been pretty much wiped clean from my site, and while I’ve not dipped my toe in the cesspool of disgustingly self-centered immature women who comprise most of the BlogHer/Dooce-loving clique and all the bullshit that surrounds all that bullshit in something like two years, I appreciate all the people searching for Dooce info to allow me to reminisce about how much of a cunt she is, and to laugh to myself about all the dumb women who see her as a role model and keep powering the Dooce machine, those assholes.