A certain white chick–Schaefer Riley–
Decided to do something wily:
Knowing her blogs
Were going to the dogs,
She got all gnarly and smiley.
“I’ll get readers, by God!”
She cried to the Quad
(Where no one paid her any attention).
“I’ll get ‘em all back by writing about blacks
And that way have reader retention!”
She got readers all right,
But not one in sight
Was happy with what she had written;
No WSJ bud
Could cut through the mud.
Poor NSR chewed off more than she’d bitten.
Pity the writer who can’t manage her post
Except by attack, or by whining, or boast;
Turn your attention to real scholars and scribes
Who don’t spend their lives writing cheap diatribes.
Except, of course, for this one.