Guido has an article up at the moment about the poll saying that Labour would be more electable with Johnson. It was his usual two paragraphs of shit.
I don't usually comment and try not to read the most over rated, shittest blog out there, with its stupid, endless lists of comments by people who use it as some form of MSN Messenger. But I felt the need to, so I did. Little did I know how enraged Staines would be at being questioned rather than revered. Fuck him.
This is what I posted at 1.53pm today:
Great stuff.
Sorry, did I say great? I meant wank.
A two paragraph ‘article’, which would appear to be your limit, about
how a poll asking ifs and buts about something that isn’t going to happen and
how it would affect a situation that will never exist…and how it is not
precise.
Well done. Oh well, at least Global & General Nominees Limited is
making a decent turnover from its tax haven eh Staines?
Harsh? Yes. True? Ab-so-fucking-lutely.
And off I trundled, back to the slog. I popped back a bit later to find, shock, this champion of free speech had deleted my comment. So I posted again at 3.38pm asking why he had deleted my comment, it's number 690 (yes, 690, that's how many people chat about everything other than what he has said).
Oh look! it's my comment. How strange that my comment, having trawled through the shite, suddenly appears, but what's this again?
Your comment is awaiting moderation.
Really? Well fuck me, what a fucking champ. I have no idea if anyone else can see it, but it's located above number 543. As I write this is still the case.
So, if you are reading this Staines, this is the score: you are fucking coward who dishes it out but can't take it back. One person attacks you for talking shit and you block it. If you don't like it, argue it, tell me I'm wrong, but don't just remove it whilst sipping your skinny mocha latte and chatting to your accountant.
We never moderate or delete comments on this site, if people have something to say than fucking great, more power to them. If we disagree we say so and that's how it should be.
5 comments:
What, arrogance? Hypocrisy? Emporor's New Clothes? Staines?
Never!!
As one would read in the Eye, 'Shurely Shome Mishtake!'
Whoa!
You utter bastard...
You beat me to it!
Whilst I can read the brief postings on Guido's blog without too much angst and self-loathing, it's the comments that really fuck me off.
You can get 300 comments following an entry which really isn't about much at all and maybe 10 are worth reading. The rest are the equivalent of graffiti in a psychiatric ward full of sadists or else some total prick saying he's first to comment.
OK, I won't say that Guido hasn't done some things which are ultimately beneficial, but the hero worship is wearing a bit thin.
His site is poor, his writing is weak, his articles consist of a couple of paragraphs of vacuous shite set in a gaudy background, his little 'scoops' are few and far between and he relies on his contacts to get him stuff before it goes to the press.
Personally, I'd rather read the press, even when it comes to dry, Westminster Village tittle tattle. Because Guido is a ridiculous figure and a self serving twat.
The reason why he attracts a ridiculous number of comments on his pieces is not because his articles engender thoroigh, meaningful, intellectual debate. Quite the opposite is the case. He attracts alot of attention because part of his world is the London media set and the wannabee blogosphere, all desperate to schmooze, get their names out there and get 'plugged in'.
Except it's all a mirage, a fantasy almost. In reality, no-one gives a shit about what is said on that site, and it's just an online version of a backstabbing Westminster night out with the cronies and arselickers, stood around the bar earwigging in to the goss.
I've met people like this when I lived and worked in London and had connections with such people. A fucking awful bunch, and I have no idea why they themselves bother - like buying a scratchcard, their chances of making recognition and fame is so remote, it's like trying to score a hole in one using a Bic biro.
No doubt this will promulgate the usual cries of 'jealous!' 'you're bitter!' which make me laugh no end.
No, it's not really that. I'm quite fine making my keep in a non-hack, non schmoozy cunt related occupation. I do this for shits and giggles, as well as other reasons. None of which concern the desire for an upward trajectory upon the greasy pole.
This self serving fuck head is nothing more than the Emperor's New Clothes. Once he's been figured out and people get bored of his shit site and bollocks exposes, they'll move their ants nest elsewhere and crawl around some other badger to keep them warm at night.
So fuck 'em.
Never looked at that before, will never look at it again.
Does he know that his comments section is being spammed by the Remedial Class of St Barack's Junior School?
He's an arrogant cunt. Fame's gone to his head faster that one of Ted Haggard's drug binges.
He also has written a piece fairly recently saying why he has moderators who stop out of line comments (really? he can't be paying them then). He also says he has no agenda and does his blog because he wants to (like, maaaaan).
Of course, it's totally normal to cultivate and schmoozify various links with people in Westminster and the media and turn your life into a ridiculous, pointless crusade for shits and giggles.
'Ha ha! Another scoop!'
Of course, making a personal mint out of what should be a valid cause has nothing to do with it.
And all this misses the most important point of all: his blog is boring, turgid, badly written, unamusing shite.
It also just so happens that 99% of people who post comments on there resemble a gaggle of extremely bored, ill-educated 14 year olds on Yahoo! Chat.
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