As though I need one more reason to stand in the front of the mirror and slap myself silly each morning to make myself Right, People I have found yet one more.

I must slap myself silly today for not emphasizing enough that the invisible internet web superhighway is the den of digital iniquity.

Yet many of you spend more time treating your brains as web surfboards than you do worrying about everything you done wrong in the past, and whether you done enought to fix it.

Thus, except to check here daily for inspiration and the comfort of reading words spoken in a loud voice there is no reason whatsoever for you to have the web internet temptations inside your home, you see.

Did you know daylight was created for working and nighttime was created for sleeping? To me it's as clear as warts after a long night of frog gigging.

Yet some of you prowl about the internet in the corrupt hours between midnight and four AM, unable to rest or find peace. Perhaps it is the vileness in your lives which prevents you from settling down and resting away from filth. Perhaps what you are doing is browsing and clicking your mouse to keep Guilt at bay.

When you drop by this page in the middle of the night and start your mouse-clicking like a horse running on cobblestones with its tail on fire, the noise wakes me up as if you were a cricket serenading me from the night stand. I do not understand why this happens except it has something to do with brain waves.

Nay, the internet may seem like your dependable companion as you venture aimlessly through the night like a stray cat seeking the odor of over-filled garbage cans behind The Beef Barn, but you will not find the juicy scraps you crave anywhere on the internet, because only Guilt Is Your Friend and Guilt is the mosty tasty meal of all.

If you must surf the internet web then I suggest you turn your back on high speed DSL and cable connections, and throttle down your exposure to filth by using a telephone modem instead.