“Bernard’s Blogland”; or in the alternative, “Cherry Trees, etc.”

Preface:
Josh: "Posting raw exit poll data without any explanation or analysis--it's irresponsible and dangerous..."
Lou: "anybody who's checking out exit polling on a blog voted first thing this morning at 6:45 am...do you really think somebody's gonna look at Bernard's Blog-land and mistake what they read for network news? ... How big do you think the readership of Bernard's Blog-land is?"

Question:
Is there a blogging code of ethics? I hope not, but just in case, I'll say up front that what I am about to speak of is as yet undocumented by any reliable source (a.k.a. hasn't been printed in the Optimist) so I shall trust you all to enjoy my usual cocktail: a fair amount of hyperbole shaken with a shot of speculation, and a damn-load of tequila...

In this, the season of Dr. King’s, Washington’s, Lincoln's, and Darwin's birthday--a virtual menagerie of truth-telling, sooth-saying old guys--I think we should reflect on the principle of truth. Honest Abe, cherry trees, and all that. So, I've written a letter to someone who has recently told the truth, and will now suffer the consequences. Because, ask those lauded men of history—it comes with a price. (Or ask me—I recently disclosed to Bryce how much my haircut cost…big fucking mistake. Don’t judge me! – I’m still using the same eyeliner I wore at my wedding, and employing a $3 concealer stick marketed to 13 years olds to cover my adult acne—I can be thrifty, gdammit. but i've had yellow hair too many times to skimp on hair)

Background: (feel free to skim, if you’ve been following the blog as you should)
A few months ago I published a post that was in essence the culmination of six years of an ACU education. Naturally, bitterness abounds. An open display of hate towards a student tore the thin veil that is "the charm of Abilene," which had formerly sustained me, right in two (see God, in, "The Bible") when a noose was placed in this kid's office.
ACU was then revealed to me in all its Voldemort-before-he-returned-to-his-body nakedness: a sick, evil creature infecting its already ignorant students with what will become a lifetime of lies and bullshit.
However--
My vexation is now nearing wrath (see The Flood, in the above). The alleged hate-crime victim has admitted that he planted the noose ON HIMSELF.

Ok, so not everyone I’ve spoken with is surprised…I was shocked – here’s why:

Dear *&%$@#%&((&!!!!!,

Don't you know???
Don't you know that this kind of behavior is the reason race relations will never be resolved in this country?
--That this nonsense will now provide fuel for fanatical ultra conservatives to continue to oppress and marginalize (and a little fuel goes along way with people who are genetically engineered for hunting and holing up in forts)?
-- that this behavior is what keeps rape victims from getting any semblance of justice,
-what keeps women who work AND need welfare from getting the fair shake they need, and instead allows a generation to perpetuate the myth that they are all abusing the system,
-what allows undocumented mothers who have babies here to be labeled conniving and their children demeaned with the term "anchor babies"?
-what perpetuates stereotypes about gays, about women, about all ethnicities (I shan't/can't enumerate their "colors" since I’m not that crazy preacher from the inauguration, though it would add nicely to the cadence I’m trying to build) and makes a solution that much further away.

All I’m saying is, on Lincoln's birthday, at a school that just started acknowledging Martin Luther King's existence this decade, I hope you know...