Joke on Professor Rohn's Recent Statement about the Blogs

To blog, or not to blog– that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to endure
The grades and errors of outrageous programs,
Or to take Macs against a sea of Windows
And, by opposing, end them. To type, to blog
No more – and by a blog to say we bear
The headache and the thousand historical shocks
That BRAINZ is hair to – ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be typ'd. To type, to blog
To type, perchance to blog. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that hurt of blogs what grades may show,
When we have shuffled off this densest fact,
Must give us pause. There's the trolls
That makes calamity of such long posts.
For who would bear the grades and critique of all,
Th’ professor's right, the student's stubborn,
The horror of writers cramp, the BRAINZ' delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
When he/she/it him/her/itself might his/her/its textus make
With a bare thread? Who would monkeys bear,
To type and sweat under a finite strain,
But that the dread of something after posting,
The undiscovered internet from whose post
No blogger returns, writes the will
And makes us rather bear those blogs we have
Than SMS to others that we know little of?
Thus conscience doth make tweeters of us all,
And thus the jarring hue of degaussing
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of blogger.