~Blogmocracy in action~
Guest post by: snork!

A few of us have noticed the psycho lab that 1.0 has become since the institution of dings and karma. Well, my dogma (freedom) is peeing on their karma. But to really understand the diabolical device that this is, you first have to understand Pavlov’s dog. When simple-minded creatures learn that they can do something simple, and get instant gratification, they do more of it. After doing it enough, they can be made to salivate on a bell ring. Or a blog ding. And pretty soon, the ding becomes the thing, and they crave them, and can’t explain why. So here’s to the dingbats, Jonesing on the overnight thread:

That’s right, that’s right
I’m sad and blue
‘Cause I can’t use the karma tool
I’m lost, I’m lost
Can’t do my thing
That’s why I sing
Gimme, Gimme Dat Ding ah..

[Refrain]:

[Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme Dat
Gimme Dat Ding, Gimme Dat
Gimme, Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat Ding
Gimme Dat, Gimme, Gimme Dat,
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Dat Ding]
(Oh Sing it one more time Momma)

Oh, [Refrain]
(Ah, you ain’t doin’ that late at night)

Ah, what good’s a blogging home
Without a button for dinging?
How well can anybody tell what Dear Leader thinks?
How can you tell which lizard to throw under the bus?
How can you ever hope to know who’s not with us?
Gimme Dat, (Gimme Dat) Ah Gimme Dat (Gimme Dat)
Ah Gimme Dat, (Gimme Dat) Gimme Dat,
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme,
(Ah Gotcha!)

[Refrain]

[Honky Tonk Piano Interlude]

[Refrain]

Ah, what do we really know about the Master of the Dings?
Does anybody really, really know which way he swings?
I crave the dinging like Ed Mahmoud craves the bar.
I need my dings even though this place has gone bizarre.
Gimme Dat, Ah Gimme Dat
Ah Gimme Dat, Gimme Dat,
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, Gimme,

[Refrain]