Bill, the Hamlet of Comments

Yeah, so our new CEO has a blog... tempting, tempting...

To comment, or not to comment, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous blogging,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of platitudes,
And by opposing end them: to be fired, broke
No more; and by a comment, to say we end
The idiocy, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Mind is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To comment and be fired,
To comment, perchance to be correct; Aye, there's the rub,
For in that comment of unemployment, what horrors may come,
When we have shuffled off this responsable coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long employment:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of disprized promotion, the review’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his comment make
With a bare pronouncement? Who would Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary blog entry,
But that the dread of something after a stupid comment,
The undiscovered Country, from whose firing
No employee returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather muzzle it,
Than spew comments that we know not of.
Thus sobriety does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of my innate brilliance
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of temperance,
And enterprises of great wit and commenting,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Zeus? During my one on ones, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remembered.