Special Guest Villain: "The Opiate of the Masses"

Any blogger who calls herself "Poppy Buxom" demands closer scrutiny. When she describes herself as "I'm a bright red flower notorious for producing stuff that is enjoyable, extremely addictive, and ultimately toxic", she can be nothing less than intriguing. And when she writes blog entries that are every bit as warped as those you'll find on this very blog page ... well, this is a woman we've got to get to know better. And so, now is our chance.

My BlogExplosion renter this week is, indeed, Ms. Buxom, and her blog, "The Opiate of the Masses", reveals her to be an anarchist-socialist-democrat-Naderite who's one-quarter Communist and 100 percent Marxist (Groucho Marx, that is). But her political leanings are quite beside the point, because more importantly for our purposes: She's FUNNY. And with so many blogs out there that merely think they're being funny (insert snide comment here) and try so hard to prove it to everyone, it's very refreshing to find a blog that doesn't use whoopee cushions and joy buzzers to make you chuckle.

Get thee over to "The Opiate of the Masses" by clicking on that thumbnail over in the side bar, or for those of you who don't have the patience for that kind of graphic scrutiny, just click here.

Comments

Moon said…
Hi there gary...wanted to say hi and tell you that I checked out her blog and your right, she is awesome ..thanks ..she has a new fan here. Have a great day.
11:49 AM
Poppy B. said…
Hey Gary ... I'm blushing ovah heah!

I know poppies are supposed to be red, but honestly ... I'm all embarrassed and shit.
11:31 PM
Poppy B. said…
Hi Gary--now I'm dropping by during a Blog Explosion Battle of the Blogs to thank you for being such an excellent landlord--I got a ton of traffic--yay you!
12:07 AM
Poppy B. said…
Hey Gary--now I'm here from a Blog Explosion random surf.

Either that or I'm stalking you.
11:32 AM
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