I guess we could ask Carl DeLong or Julia Scyphers about that. Or one of its lifelong pals that it served with in HQ 32d MAU.
Oh, wait. There’s this one dumbass at NPRC in St. Louis who messed it up for everybody.
I wonder what a critical look-see into its early journomalism career out West will turn up?
Tick tock, tick tock.
Tantrums? Not unless tantrums are punctuated by hysterical belly laughs and celebrations.
I have say it’s a bit strange to be making the admin decisions for a blog where I don’t even contribute!
And all I have is FUN!
Oh – plus a rent-free condo overlooking the non-functioning impulse control center.
- Not him. But I hear it already knows that.
- Original material? Not that difficult. But not as much FUN as being the proprietor of the longest-running, most-read DUMBFUCK-exposing blog on the Internet.
- There’s always the vault. So much unexamined material in the vault.
- DUMBFUCK is getting pretty brazen! That’s sure to be a winning strategy.
Registration is easy, and free – all you have to do is give it all you PII and NEVER disagree with its DUMBFUCKING DUMBFUCK opinions unless you want that PII spewed all over cyberspace. Because that’s your Jovial DUMBFUCKING Host through to the core.
I wonder who will provide its content after it kicks itself out. Oh, does it mean ME??
That can’t be…
It doesn’t respond to trolls. It doesn’t lack enough self control to prevent itself from not resonding to trolls all day long (I think), even though it wished them into the cornfield many months ago. It just rebrands. And rebrands. And rebrands. And uses Twitter to promote radio stations that NOBODY CAN FIND and blog posts that NOBODY CAN READ.
Hysterical belly laughs. Celebrations. And yawns.
30 years of journalist experience. Fabulous. Try maybe one day learning about bringing content to market.
But first maybe a day learning how to take critique.
And before that, a day learning how not to be a fucking idiot.
Going on 61 years without ever figuring that out…I guess Big John never taught it the fastest little swimmer didnt necessarily make the smartest kid. Or maybe it just took a couple too many clangers off the skull from Momma’s best cast iron skillet.