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Having just hit his stride with an Emmy-buzz-building role and a cast that he genuinely enjoyed seeing every day, Alec Baldwin seems to us as apt a poster child as any for the tragic human toll the writers strike has taken on our creative community. In his darkest moments, Baldwin has turned to the Huffington Post to blog out the pain: Having written previously of "this motherfucking, motherfucking, motherfucking strike" that keeps him from his beloved 30 Rock family, the actor's latest dispatch suggests a radical shift of WGA strategy—shaming producers online until they are brought to their knees:

These people have bigger egos than even the stars themselves, but without any sense of humor.

I want the WGA to set up a website and on that website we can all post stories about every no-talent, idiotic, amoral producer and executive we have ever dealt with. Just like they do to us on shows like Extra and sites like TMZ (owned by Warner Brothers.) Set up a website and tell the entire world, via the internet, your own anecdote about some of the witless boobs you have endured in Hollywood and beyond. The strike will end in a week.

We must say there is something almost mad-scientist brilliant in Baldwin's call to exploit the power of bad-mouthing in order to solve our collective problems: While it's unlikely to prove effective at resolving the strike, sure to only wedge the bitterly divided factions even further apart, the harnessed Scandal Energy produced by even a single, internet-leaked voicemail on the level of a "rude, thoughtless little pig" could one day be enough to power a major metropolitan center's worth of emissions-free vehicles.