The Banal Bacchanalia of a Bad Brute

In the year of our Blog 2004, the Bad Brute arose from his somnolent slumber, seeking a new vessel of communication. Cupping a hand to the wall, he listened through the decaying masonry to the reedy voices of the others. 'Blog, blog, blog!' they cried in unison. And so it came to be that the Bruteblog was born.