Selling Out Pt. III

The great selling out experiment is over.

As you may notice, the ads have been removed from my blog.  Apparently AdSense does not want me as a business partner.  No reason was given as to why this is the case, only a generic "a decision has been made" and "you may appeal this decision" message.  There was a decided undertone that I had somehow violated our agreement, although I don't recall ever making any "agreement," only clicking a button that said by doing so I was giving AdSense permission to pimp their wares on my page.

Still, I'm sad.  Being rejected always hurts.  I get a decent amount of traffic on this thing, so this should've been a mutually beneficially partnership.  I am not sure why AdSense felt the need to do me like this.  Am I too subversive?  Did my writing about selling out somehow undermine the sanctity of the capitalist/consumer relationship?  If a train leaves Chicago, will anyone be on that train besides my Uncle Tony?  I don't know the answers to these questions.  But there's not much worse than offering to whore yourself out for free, and having AdSense tell you to get fucked somewhere else.

I guess the important part is knowing that I tried to do the wrong thing, that when presented with a situation in which I could've taken the high road, I opted for the low; the straight and narrow, I took the crooked and common; the path less taken, I said fuck Robert Frost and his stupid rhyming verse.

I am an American boy.  I like playing football in my Wranglers and drinking Budweiser.  Blue jeans, broken hearts, and white T-shirts, as the GA say.  And one of the things that makes America great is if you have something to sell, someone, somewhere will buy it. I mean, this is the land of the fucking Tiddy Bear, fer chrissakes.

People will literally rent out space on their bodies (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_billboard) for cash.  Why not me, AdSense? I'm not discriminating.  Hemorrhoid creams?  Erectile dysfunction?  Hair loss remedies?  I'm your man.

But much like that pawn shop on Mission Street, AdSense doesn't want what I have to hock...