Where is the public news board I once knew so well?

Years ago I could always count on you buffoons for a good laugh, or on
rare occasion, an argument that is not so lacking in form and strength
that it should warrant a prompt and well-informed reply on my part.

But of late it seems that these boards, these places of debate, have
fallen into a state of... disrepair. Upon my waking each day I have
fetched for me a summary of the latest happenings throughout the realms,
to make of them what I will, only to be informed that not a thing has
happened!

Indeed, I grow bored. What has happened to the days when you all thought
it necessary to make known your every whim, thought, flight and fancy
over these means of communication? Those were glorious days, in which I
could expect each day a fresh shipment of blithering and idiocy to pick
through at my leisure, to dissect in places, rebuke in others, to
commend the thoughts of the wise and tear the arguments of the mundane
to bits with no other weapons than a fine quill and a keen wit.

I beg of you, from the smallest to the greatest (Though certainly even
the most profound of you does not come close to rivaling myself in
genius!), open your pitiful minds and let your thoughts flow free upon
paper. Let there be, each day, a heaping new delivery of thought waiting
on the doorsteps of every wise and great man in this Basin, so that we
may find amusement in the cries of the weak and take pleasure from
seeing the strength and intellect of our peers.

F'ai Glomdoring,
Guido Flagg

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Urlachmar, in the year 111 CE.