Both blogging and reading blogs depends upon my mood for the day. It sometimes takes, I’m sure you will agree, a degree of fortitude to bear the tidal wave of crap that spews forth onto the blogpages of cyberspace.
However, no matter what sort of mood I’m in, I usually take the time to pass by the Billabong to see what sort of deritrus has snagged the scum surrounding the hideous professors habitat.
Seldom am I disappointed, but rarely do I see eloquence as descriptive as that shown in his piece on the SMH.
There are times when you pick up the Silly and think not of the wide and wonderful world its reporters, columnists and editors have drawn together to be laid beside your morning crumpet, but of epidemiology and those “disease clusters” — unusual incidences of rare cancers, cataracts, bearded dwarf women, or whatever — for which no obvious explanation is available. Bad things happen and sometimes, for no obvious reason, they happen in randomly close proximity, that’s what the experts say. The Silly, you are forced to conclude while groping for an explanation, must be one of those mysterious magnets for malignancy, as so many noxious talents couldn’t possibly have been assembled under the one roof by the mere hand of man, not even Ham-Fisted Freddie’s. …….. It must be some wicked gravity that draws those atoms of intelligence together, and therefore it may be only a matter of time until all the foolishness and self-righteous spite in the universe collects in a gross, congealing clot in that one, single newspaper.
Yes Professor, we’ll wait with bated breath to see if your prediction about Hanchette is correct. But, may I say that you demean your ability with words when you write,
“that Ted Rall is the sort of person who really, genuinely deserves to get cancer, and if the Great Bunyip wasn’t preoccupied with other matters, he would arrange for some slow, painful and implacable variant of the disease to rot the cartoonist from testicles to top knot.”
Nobody deserves to get cancer, nobody ! And you should be careful about what you wish for. The Great Bunyip may just make a mistake (even supreme beings are not perfect you see) and perhaps somebody close to you will be afflicted. I’m sure you can think of another more suitable way of showing your contempt.
N.B. I’d normally put this on his blog but he still doesn’t have a comments facility.