Tony's Kansas City

It's tough to say what motivates me to maintain this blog. It's certainly not fame, as I choose to remain at least slightly anonymous, to avoid backlash at work or elsewhere. ("Slightly anonymous" in that people could figure out my identity with a whole lot less effort than it took to figure out that the right wing's favorite reporter maintained gay porn web sites, but my full name doesn't show up on the site.) There's no money in it. It's taken time away from other hobbies.

Regardless, I get a kick out of posting my views and knowing that I am influencing millions of people across the world. (Well, I'm assuming that every person who reads this page goes on to tell a hundred thousand people or so about my views . . .) But the real thrill comes when you get a mention in Tony's Kansas City, as two of my last four postings have been honored. That's when you have to call the limo company and drink champagne while waving out the sun roof to passers-by on the Plaza. You're big time, and you have to enjoy the moment.

That said, the randomness gets to you after a while. Why does a four sentence discussion of right wing slimeballs warrant a mention, but not brilliant, ground-breaking work like "My Cock Can Beat Up Your Cock"? Why does my disgust with the Missouri Legislature's literary taste achieve fame, while my discussion of "noodling" went unmentioned?

Perhaps the randomness is the real genius of Tony's Kansas City. Like Miss Lois' magic mirror on Romper Room, you never know when your name will be called out. When it happens, you know it's a special day, and your aura shines a little brighter. When it doesn't, you tune in next time, and try not to get your hopes up.