Yep, I have to get it off my chest. A true confession, because if not true, what good is a confession? So here it is:
I confess, with all my heart, that John Edwards and I have so little in common that I could almost care less about the fiasco he’s raised in the news. He should be ashamed and embarrassed, as he appears to be, but perhaps moreso because he got caught than any other reason. But isn’t that the truth of all power-mongering political sex scandals?
Now why did I write a true confession about John Edwards? Aha, let’s get to the REAL truth.
The fact is that the average number of hits on my blog has been trending downward since the middle of the summer. I don’t know why, because back in the spring, this site was averaging consistently over 100 visits per day from all sorts of referrals and search engine terms. Today, I hit a low with just 29 hits, one of the lowest days in almost two years! This lack of interest and response from the worldwide public on the Internet has grievously afflicted my pride and vanity.
So the real true confession is that I am using John Edwards’s name as a key word that’s hot in the search engines out there to attract hits. I know hot search term key words work, because the last good day I had was last week’s “Tracking Edouard” post, which racked up 107 hits, the energy mainly fueled by search engines as people eagerly sought news about the current storm.
Let’s see what John Edwards’s name in the post title does for my readership.
I realize there’s a potential for this experiment to backfire. Some people might really be disappointed and upset. So for any one referred here hoping for something juicy, sorry to let you down. This just isn’t that kind of blog. While I rarely if ever treat juicy material, I do conscientiously post stuff that’s personal, entertaining, informative, insightful, humorous, imaginative, provocative, inspirational, and various combinations thereof. I occasionally post poetry that ranges from mediocre to sublime, and I also treat readers occasionally to pictures of my baby granddaughter.
So like we say down here in the hospitable Deep South, “Y’all come back, now!” Thanks for the visit.
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