Guat Spot

As time progresses and the chapters of history are written, new words and phrases situate themselves among the accepted vocabulary of our society. This is inevitable, and can be positive, but every so often it all goes wrong. Every so often a word is spawned which is so foul and disgusting to the eyes and ears of readers and listeners that it must be rejected by those of us who are responsible enough to do so. In the past decade, one such word has been created and has invaded our collective consciousness to a frightening degree. That word is "Blog". When I imagine what it might be like to hold a "blog", I vomit just a little bit in my mouth. "blog" is a word better suited to describe some strange variety of putrid, disease ridden, goo. In response to this assault on our vernacular, we have decided to fight fire with Guat. "Guat" is a similarly disgusting and arbitrary word, but invokes a much more comical response. We hope that "Guat" will take over and "blog" will suffer the very same wretched and horrifying fate that it sounds like it may describe. Blogs are dead. Welcome to the Guat.

 It seems the pigeons have forgotten their wings

The gutter-birds remain, always

They flap and flounder

Fight and fatten and wallow

And with some effort, even manage to lift off

But they do not fly

They do not escape

They have forgotten the potential of their feathered apendages

Oblivious to their own capabilities,

The pigeons remain shackled

And day after day they fight the same fight

over the same discarded scraps

And all around the world,

The other pigeons are doing the same

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