If you scream "censorship" in a crowded blogosphere, a thousand blogs will cry out, instantly condemning whomsoever has been called a censor.

Another surefire attention-grabber is "fired for blogging".

Once, when I was down by Fisherman's Wharf, a man asked me for a quarter, and so I gave him one. Then I went and bought a sandwich, and sat down and started eating it. The man came back, and said, "Give me your sandwich". I said no. So he turned around and started screaming "Racist!! Racist!!" and pointing at me. A dense crowd turned and looked at me. I got up and started walking away, and he followed me, screaming "RACIST! RACIST!". "Get away from me!" I said. I was walking faster and faster. No one was looking at him, they were looking at me. Suddenly I was scared. There would be no help. I started running. He ran after me, screaming "RACIST! RACIST!". He ran after me for ten blocks.

Marge and Jim, waiting in line for some lemonade, watched the woman run over the hill, the man chasing her. "Racism is a terrible thing!" Marge exclaimed. "Indeed," said Jim, and nodded sagely.

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