Borders will be redrawn. Some blogs will be eliminated. Chicken wings will be consumed at an alarming rate.
In this equation, Adam is Roosevelt. Sickly and gaunt, he will use his final energies to push for greater theological content across the blogosphere. Shortly after tonight’s summit, Adam will die of a cerebral hemorrhage and will be mourned with mass thigh-pounding and bitter tears.
Kevin is the Stalin of our triumvirate. Alienating and coarse, Kevin will disregard the wishes of the ailing Adam and secretly plan the annexation of many weaker blogs. With his disagreeable politics and troubling slavic philosophies, Adam and I will attempt to politely tolerate Kevin’s presence because of his invaluable assistance in defeating a greater, more immediate enemy (boring, stupid blogs that nobody reads and everybody hates).
Lastly, I am Churchill. Vital and incisive, I will devastate other blogs with the forceful power of my wit (“Ben is a modest little blogger, with much to be modest about”). I shall do my best to divert Kevin’s abrasive advances while reinforcing the weakened idealism of Adam. Also, I will jut my jaw out a lot.
A report will be offered up shortly after our summit surveying the planned geopolitical changes. Any attempts to resist them will be met with the combined might of the blogging superpowers.
Seriously, we will mess up your face.