The Mayor of Simpleton

Miss Missives would fashion a guess that most of us have an aunt who is always sending this sort of thing via email. I would bet it's pretty safe to say that nearly all of us have worked somewhere with the crazy cat lady that posts these frequently. How about the uncle that is replete with forwards of the scatological variety, with an occasional smattering of jug jokes and other novelties. Now throw in that odd girl you went to high school with but never really talked to who found you on Facebook and now regularly forwards you this kind of stuff so you know which board game she is. Now imagine all of these people, coming together to form the single, greatest collection of email forwards ever, in one place, for your enjoyment.

Oh my, oops is right Amy because this has to be an accident. I dove deep into the archives on this one dear readers hoping that Amy started this blog in earnest but perhaps became overwhelmed with the skill and time required to actually write so started posting this blather. Sadly, this one was a bad seed from the start.

Usually a good thing when it comes to blogging, Amy posts frequently, in April alone she posted 218 entries, an average of seven per day. Granted, she's mostly uploading but still, who really has time to do all this? Likewise, how much time does she spend actually searching for it all? Above her profile is written “Meet the Author.” Author? Really? Amy, that's a bit of a stretch isn't it dear? I don't think reposting Lolcats makes one an author.

What is it about people selling insurance that robs them of a genuine sense of what constitutes funny? Is it perhaps because when your in a room full of other insurance people, you get a big head because you are “the funny one” of the group? Maybe you are but that's like being the smartest kid in special ed, your still in special ed right? Clearly, with regard to blogging, the new rule is, if 'funny' is found anywhere in the title or description, it's not going to be funny.

I'm not even going to get into the perversity of ads all over the site. Amy, there are far more honest and respectable ways to earn a living dear. For instance, you could become a telemarketer, start your own pyramid scheme, bilk old ladies out of their pensions or learn to shoot ping pong balls out of your lady business.

Now I bet you're going to say, Miss Missives where's the artfully delivered constructive criticism you are known and loved for? Let's be honest with each other Amy, you didn't really come here to be reviewed because 99% of your material belongs to someone else. What you want is traffic, more click throughs, a few more votes for best comedy blogger, and to sell some t-shirts at cafepress.

Amy, you post things that most of us summarily delete from our inbox, the only thing that makes this a blog is that you have a template, a rather ugly one at that. This is a repository for lame forwards. It feels like is an old lady's drawer of 'humor' clippings from Reader's digest and McCall's. No one cares what board game you are, or what breakfast cereal you are, or even what utensil you are .

This site is soulless and the furthest thing from funny.