Patty Pille's Perky Panopti-con?

The sort of Internal Struggle that unseated Khrushchev

Readers of any periodical are seldom aware of the internal strife that sometimes bedevils their seemingly stable favorites. TV Guide, some years back, experienced a major revolt and upheaval, and the Saturday Evening Post and Liberty both went down in raging battles with considerable loss of Life. Professor Pille's Planetary Panopticon is currently at the crossroads of the River Rubicon and the Muddy Mississippi, stuck between Scylla and Charybdis and Iraq, located betwixt a nervous pooch, a frightened cat, and a recently repainted hydrant. More blather, silliness, and obfuscation? Or do we cut-to-the-chase and become:

• A saucy adult-only site? (Patty Pille's Perky Panopti-con)
• A rant-room for predictable political positions? (The Pille Report)
• A flying saucer, pyramid, and conspiracy theory black-hole? (Professor Pille's Planet of Weird Mystery)
• A common ordinary household blog? (you know, any bleak pun)