A Message To Matt Drudge From An Adrenal Gland

It's not working, bro. The flashing sirens and big red letters. The horror stories about young people and minorities running wild, right below some crazy freak's banner ad for a video about how the whole country's about to collapse, and I'd better buy Glenn Beck's favorite brand of gold coins if I don't want to have to eat my own family. I watch it all now, and I don't even react. Nothing - not even a squirt of epinephrine. I'm sitting here as useless as an appendix. An appendix, Matt.

Used to be, I'd go over to your site, and the guys up in the cortex would just light me up with stimuli. The pituitary would be screaming at me like an air-traffic controller on crank:

"Have you seen this stuff in the Middle East? And these flash mobs everywhere... What the hell is going on?! Get to your basement now, because Obama and a gang of people who do not look like you one bit are about to bust in here!"

It was exhausting. I mean, I'm always up for some action. Elevating the heart rate is my whole thing. But you ruined it, Drudge. You've been telling me my whole world's going to end for more than a decade, and I look out my window... and the world's still there. Lately whenever I hear about some insane article on your site I just... I just can't get worked up about it any more.

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