The pain of having a name like Zeitgeist: Schadenfreude

With heavy heart, for the first time I must admit that I have been bested by my nemesis, Mister Fedward Hyde. Of course, this has nothing to do with any long-standing arguments, for, as any regular denizen of this site and his would know, his hyperbolic rants from the fringe require little in the way of rebuttal. However, it turns out that, despite a few weeks head-start, despite my more lucid and less maniacal, shamelessly self-promoting entries, his blog, Chez Fedward, has found it way onto Google while my site only does so through the reference to his. This kick to the groin is only bearable in light of the nature of the name of my site: while both zeitgeist and schadenfreude are rather obscure words, together they turn up on tons of sites devoted to odd words of Teutonic origin. Chez Fedward, on the other hand, is not the sort of thing that search engine crawlers see every day and thus has found its way onto Google much quicker than the lugubrious "Zeitgeist Schadenfreude." So, in response to this travesty, this cruel twist of fate, I utter the following cry from the wild:

Fick dich! Mach es dir selber unt leck mich am arsch du verdammter arschficker. Dein vater ist der Sohn einer mutterlosen ziege! Ahem. Congrats, sincerely.

Signed,

Julius