Friday, May 30, 2008

It ain't me

The other week I biked over to the train station for assorted reasons. As I was riding in, some hysterical girl flagged me down. She wanted me to call her phone which she had lost in her car. I found it amusing that she blamed her Subaru WRX for "taking" her phone. Which she eventually located under a speaker box in the trunk. If the humor escapes you, imagine me flailing my arms about and crying "Stupid phone! Fucking car! Waaaaahh!" in a high-pitched voice.

My point, you ask? Well this chick apparently felt she was entitled to have her phone not magically flee her clutches into the trunk while she wasn't looking. No doubt she gets all A's (I assume she is a college student). Maybe I'm being callous. It's the makings of societal failure when people don't learn how to take care of their own shit by the time they are grown. I guess it could be argued that the very definition of 'grown' is when you learn to take care of yourself, but whatever the fuck ever Carl Contrarian.

From "helicopter parents" to "the nanny state" it seems there are all kinds of catchy phrases moving us toward excess sheltering. Some other college kid came to an interview here the other day with their mom. Seems unnecessary, but they were hired to work as an unpaid intern at arguably the dyingist company in the whole newspaper industry. The only thing worse than young people who think the world owes them something is old people who think the world owes them something. I'm looking at you, me generation. We deserve for you to not fuck shit up too much.

One would think that as you age you tend to get more experience. And, in turn, learn from this experience. Trip over a root, then watch where you are going while walking in a forest. It's an advanced concept. But it seems that learning from mistakes is becoming a lost art. Failure is not as bad as you think. Sometimes it's necessary in order to survive. Not everyone can be an astronaut.

Probably the most frustrating part of this entitlement nonsense is the increasing lack of personal responsibility. Guess what kids, your actions have consequences. Just because a celebrity does something on TV doesn't make it OK. You may find it preferable to think you operate in some sort of vacuum, that the rules don't apply to you. But that just makes for a rude awakening when you weigh 400 pounds after eating too much everyday or get fired for posting on a personal blog when you are supposed to be working.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

FGBC: World War Z

Here's a quick hit installment of the book club -- regarding to World War Z, by Max Brooks. It's a pretty quick read. I know some have voiced their displeasure toward Brooks' previous 'Zombie Survival Guide' but this is somewhat enjoyable, if not 'good'.

The narrative takes the form of interviews -- the author talks to survivors about their experiences during the so-called Zombie War. It's an interesting style that I think adds to the book. Rather than get bogged down in one individual story, you get a broader picture of how people are dealing with the living dead the world over.

It's largely brainless (Maybe a zombie ate it. ZING), and sometimes Brooks gets hung up stupid details. But other times the details add to the story, like how the American soldiers get psyched for battle by listening to Iron Maiden. The 'Great Panic' chapter is pretty solid with its hopeless downfall of humanity and all that.

I think the best parts of this book are when the character's stories offer veiled comment on modern day issues like energy policy and environmentalism. And no, I can't think of specific examples. But the part about the Japanese guy blinded at Hiroshima finally finding his true purpose by killing the undead may have something to do with it.

Bottom line, if you like stories about zombies, you will probably enjoy this book. It's a good one for the beach. Goats grade: B minus.

When keeping it real goes wrong

Apparently the president is now taking cues from Paul Pierce and/or other ballers of baskets. Hopefully we can look forward to him taunting the president of Iran by doing the old 'proudly display your jersey by holding it out in front of you' move. Sound diplomacy.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Road trip: NYC

As you may or may not know, the goats took a trip over the weekend to the biggest of apples, New York City. Here are a few things learned while wondering why Philadelphia's public transit system sucks so bad.

- Memorial Day is a great time to visit the city, as long as you avoid the tourist areas. A lot of native New Yorkers are out of town, which means you can actually find a place to sit at Union Square or on the 6 train.

- The "Chinatown bus" is a revelation. I guess eastcoast city dwellers have known about it for years, but I come late to every party. In summary: Only costs 10 dollars, runs every hour, and they let you toss your bike underneath. Plus you get the bonus of watching an old man complain about the service to the chinese woman behind the counter, to which she responds, "Is how I talk." I'm going to go out on a limb and say this the best way to get from Philly to New York (and possibly DC), until they finally invent hoverbikes.

- Speaking of bikes, getting around the city is pretty fun on them. Except when you wreck. But a knee scrape can easily be mended with a field dressing, as long as you have a roll of duct tape and a feminine pad.

- You can find some randomly interesting places. We went to a bar/coffee shop called Goodbye Blue Monday in Bushwick, Brooklyn. The only reason we went to this place was because my host happens to live in Bushwick, which is a bit of a departure from say, anywhere in Manhattan, or even Williamsburg.
The bar was awesome though: thousands of pieces of kitchy crap on the walls (hey look at the creepy gasmasks/doll sculptures), a small selection of beers served from a fridge that would be more at home in your kitchen, good live music, internet access, and a garden in back where people may or may not smoke chronic. Not to mention the clientèle of anorexic hipsters served by tranny bartenders. Also: there was a dog in the bar that was fun to pet.

- Coney Island beach is actually pretty nice. But the amusement park is a bit overwhelming.

That's it for now, I gotta go look at the New York board on

Friday, May 23, 2008


Yeah I'm heading out of town for the holiday weekend, and I'm too lazy to put anything together/look for links. So here is a collection of videos for your possible enjoyment.

I have watched this at least 20 times since I saw it on Deadspin yesterday.

Coldplay is an underrated band?

There are racists in Kentucky and they won't vote for a black man for president. Shocking, really. This report is from noted terrorists Al-Jazeera.

That's it. Peace.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Mysterious glowing cradles

Finished watching the first season of Battlestar Galactica yesterday (I keep on top of the latest trends) and figured this would be a good a time as any to give a little rundown of the reasons why I enjoy it so. Besides sexy robots of course.

It's post-apocalyptic
The premise is that mankind has been reduced to some 40,000 in number, fleeing for their lives through space from an enemy (the cylons) they themselves created. You want a planet nuked, take Caprica -- where some are left behind. One scene that sticks out is when Boomer and Helio are forced to land and then hold the refugees off at gunpoint. And one of the crew members makes the sacrifice to stay behind and save one of the great human minds, who just happens to be the next reason this show rules.

Gaius Baltar
Oh this little bastard. It's hard to decide what his deal is. On one hand, he pretty much caused the death of the human race. On the other hand, he amuses me. His relationship with a cylon is hilariously ambiguous. Is what he sees generated by his subconscious, or did they plant a chip in his brain? I think the idea that he killed the human race made him crazy, enabling him to have invisible air-sex with a robot who nobody else can see. That probably only makes sense if you watch the show. Watch him uncomfortably squirm out of situations!


One of the biggest parts of the series, it is a major part of the plot (the search for mythical earth). The president has visions that were predicted in religious texts. It's also interesting that the cylons believe in the "one true god" while humans are polytheistic -- thus the cylons religion is far closer to those prevalent in the real world today.

The nature of humanity/ethical questions
In one episode, the humans capture a cylon and torture the shit out of it. Is it OK because its only a cylon? Answer: Probably, that cylon model is a jerk. This is just one example. There's another subplot with a terrorist who is running for president and all kinds of other plotlines that deal with complex ethical issues and the nature of man in space. No moreso is this true than when Adama stages a military coup and takes the president into custody in the final episode of season one. Speaking of which:

Edward James Almos

His gravelly-voiced Commander Adama is one of the most well-developed characters on television, if not this show. That is to say, there are tons of well-developed characters throughout the show, including women!

Green Booze
Everybody gets periodically shit-faced on something called Ambrosia, especially Colonel Tigh when he has a cup in his hand.

The use of the word frak
It's like some new f word or something.

The plot is full of them. The bonus to watching this series on DVD after the fact is you don't have to wait through commercial breaks, or weeks between episodes, or months between seasons. I anxiously await the arrival of season two in my mailbox.

That's about all I can come up with right now, cause I am distracted by the thoughts of sweet cylon love.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

That doesn't even make sense

It seems I blew my blog wad (ed note: Terrible) with my post yesterday about the wind power fallacy and T. Boone Pickens. So if you crave internet sustenance, check out a few of the links over there on the right. Or porn, whatever you think is best.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Windmills do not work that way

Came across this article about how wind farms are 'quietly spreading' throughout the United States. Sounds ominous to me. Why are these windmills sneaking around? If these Dutch-descended monstrosities honestly wanted to provide clean electricity, create tax revenue and generate jobs they would not be so quiet. Their builders would be touting the benefits from the top of some sort of tall structure, possibly with a turbine attached.

According to that article only one percent of U.S. energy comes from wind. Personally I'd like to keep it that way, or even decrease our dependence on foreign-generated breezes. That's right, where do you think this wind comes from? Certainly not out of thin air. No, millions of Chinamen are exhaling this very minute to create this precious 'renewable resource.' It won't be so renewable when they hold their breath for five minutes. Do we really want our power capabilities beholden to the whims of some jerks on the other side of the world? Seems risky.

But experts say that we could see 20 percent of U.S. power coming from wind in 20 years. And thousands of turbines are being constructed as you read this. Where's the foresight? Wind is unpredictable. What if it reverses direction and begins sucking the energy OUT of the power grid. Didn't think of that, did you, you eco-bastards. Relying on the natural processes for power, it's just nonsense. Next you'll be saying air should power our cars. What? Oh now you've gone too far.

Not to mention this zephyr pyramid scheme will put millions of American farmers out of work. What happened to ethanol, the most successful and environmentally friendly alternate energy choice ever conceived? A few Marxists cry 'third world food riots' or 'dwindling corn supplies' and moving air becomes the answer? You can't even see it. It's invisible (and thus, inherently unreliable) unless you have some sort of wind detection device, like a flag.

Even 'legendary oil man' T. Boone Pickens as turned turncoat. You may remember his philanthropic efforts to buy Oklahoma State and end the science curriculum there. Now he is betraying everything he stands for by supporting this blowing menace. And the list of betrayers doesn't end there, even probably insane presidential candidate John 'Walnuts' McCain and his army of babies has been romanced by the thought of electricity by the gust.

If you doubt the deadly threat posed by wind power, watch this chilling video and you may just change your mind.

Monday, May 19, 2008

Obamastock 2008

Sometime on Friday between heckling Kevin Mench into leaving the game (he was replaced by the unheckle-able Shannon Stewart) and observing naked women at 7th Heaven me and a few mates (I'm Australian now) were having a discussion about Barack Obama. You know what they say: Nothing goes with strippers and baseball like a frank and drunken discussion about politics.

I was pretty well shit-faced at that point but I do remember having to defend the hope-monger's black ass against criticisms along the lines of "you think the blue-collar dems will vote for him" and "he'll get assassinated." I'm paraphrasing, but I think you get the thinly-veiled racist point. I forget what my response was, probably something about Kaiser Wilhelm or Chairman Mao. I don't know what that means.

That photo there is from an Obama rally where 75,000 godless heathens in Portland gathered on the banks of the Willamette River on Sunday. And it is also going to be my response to any criticisms of our next president from this point forward. People want leadership. They want someone to tell them what's up and not just in hippie-havens like Oregon.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Report: Killer Used Twine

We've crossed some sort of tipping point here, the number 1 referrer is a GIS for the smoking crab that got linked a while back.

And here's some stuff to entertain the literally dozens of people who come here each week from google searches for 'fainting goats videos' or 'buy fainting goats' and instead find terrible non sequiturs and inside jokes.

A blog about ways people are spending their stimulus checks. Kind of entertaining. With all apologies to the guy who spent it on a 'reliable pistol' my favorite after looking for 5 minutes is this one.

This guy is my hero.

It's a constant conundrum that no one cares about as to whether I'm a part of Generation X or a Millennial. They say that 1981 is the dividing year. I need to know what side I'm on.

Here's a preview of a little search plugin for your browser that lets you look at all the search engines at the same time. I like it cause I can find and post copyrighted images 36 percent faster. Elsewhere in computer stuff, you can download a free PDF guide to photoshop until June 13.

Let's see a video here -- new one from Flight of the Conchords. Ladies do love roller skates.

Hrm, how bout some lists? The 18 most insane journeys is pretty interesting. Kind of. Here's a list of 100 books men should read. Don't worry, Blood Meridian is on page 2.

And finally, fat people are cause of all the world's problems.

That's it, I'm going to go remove your ability to post anonymous comments. Enjoy your weekend.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Contains yelling

Context: Bush compared Obama to Neville Chamberlain (Nazi Appeaser!) today in Israel.

Annnnndd, go

I never liked King of Queens.

I am Jack's twisted sense of self-satisfaction

My car broke. Something with the gearbox and/or clutch -- the shifter is just loose and won't go into any particular gear. Given the circumstances -- busted windshield, check engine light that comes on when it feels like, assorted dents and dings, nearly 200,000 miles -- I am convinced that it's time to put the old Saturn out to pasture. It's been serviceable.

Now normally(?) I would be immediately searching for a new set of wheels, perhaps even something with power steering. Given the current climate of ridiculously expensive gas and habitat walk-ability (among other factors) I'm not really in much of hurry to get back on the road. In fact, I may try the car-free lifestyle as long as possible. It will get easier with time.

About these other factors that, uh, factor into my attempts to go car-free. I was reading this article the other day. It's basically about how people can make major changes and quick if they want to preserve a planet similar to that on which civilization developed. It is tempting to say: The hell with this global warming garbage. Why should I change, I don't live on the coast. Warm weather sounds nice. Other things. But these strike me as horribly selfish and Western ways to think. One million dead South Asians can't be wrong.

The point is that everyone needs to do whatever they can RIGHT NOW to avert a global disaster the likes of which we haven't seen since Dennis Quaid walked many miles through the snow. And since I ain't about to cut my home-energy use, going carless seems like the most prudent way to go about it. I am an American. Plus the public transportation system around here is awesome SEPTA. So it will take more work and effort to do certain things like go to the Phillies game on Friday.

But what are we if not problem solvers? There are non-pecuniary benefits to not owning a car. When your feet and body are your main means of transportation, taking care of yourself becomes a priority. Not having a car is the reason I will bike 10 3.5 miles a day. Carrying a case of beer four blocks is more satisfying than road rage. Also there is a nagging suspicion that apes driving is unnatural. The car was a great invention in 1930, before peak oil.

Only when you lose something do you understand how much you use it as a crutch. Driving everywhere has been part of Americana for the past 50 years, and look where that's gotten us. The ability to carry great weights at high speeds has become an unalienable right for everyone, no matter how fat they are. This culture doesn't deserve free time if it's going to be spent this way.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Thousands dead, but lets focus on what's really important

Undoubtedly by now you have heard about this huge earthquake in China. Whatever, they got like a billion people. They'll probably be ok. Except for the thousands dead and injured. Hopefully they were mostly women. Get it? Cause the Chineses are known to go for infanticide in regards to female babies. Inappropriate.

No the real news, at least in regards to this blog, is of course pandas.

CHENGDU, China (AP) -- All the pandas at the world's most famous panda preserve were reported safe late Tuesday, more than a day after China's worst earthquake in three decades closed off the remote, mountainous area.

The Wolong National Nature Reserve and panda breeding center is the only place in the world where the rare animals can be seen in such large numbers. But Chinese officials and zoo officials overseas had worried about the fate of the center's 86 pandas since Monday's devastating earthquake rattled nearby areas in central Sichuan province.

Late Tuesday, officials at Wolong used a satellite phone to contact the State Forestry Administration and report that the pandas were safe, the official Xinhua News Agency said. It said all panda cubs had been taken to safety.

I know I'm resting easy now knowing that the panda cubs have been taken to safety.

Angry is funny

You probably heard about the Bill O'Reilly rage tape that pooped up earlier this week. Hilarious.

But what's more hilarious is Colbert's take on it.

edit: Reeeeeeeeeemix

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Alls well that ends well

Finally finished Blood Meridian, and figured it would be a good time to bring back the old book club, if only for one week. Not so ambiguous ending aside, that book one of the best pieces of fiction I've ever read, and not just because of the violence.

Well, mostly because of the violence. Judge Holden is terrifying and one of the most interesting characters ever. His resume off the top of my head:
-Spiritual leader of the Glanton Gang
-Tall, hairless
-Expert in war theory
-Can make gunpowder in a pinch
-Literally records and destroys history
-Possibly immortal/Says he will never die

I don't want to think about what exactly happened to the Kid. That final scene is pretty disturbing -- the judge embraces him in his "immense and terrible flesh" and then goes and dances forever. And why did they have to kill the dancing bear? It never hurt anyone.

I still think my favorite part is when the Judge says that bird's freedom is an insult to him, and that he would have them all in zoos. To which someone responds that would be a hell of a zoo, and the Judge agrees.

Whether the Judge is an angel of death, a demon or what is hard to say. I just read an essay that said he is like Moby Dick, and another that says he is a gnostic archon, or "creator god" that stands between man and the all-powerful God that can be reached through spiritual knowledge. This does comply with the many conversations the Judge has with the gang.

One last thought -- the book can be a slog to get through. The excessive violence, immense vocabulary, and almost Faulknerian writing style all meant I had to take a couple breaks for some lighter fare. But it also means I am going to read it again.

Monday, May 12, 2008

This is necessary

Came across this video, apparently these are what you might call 'gutta turtles' whatever the fuck that means. I think it may have something to do with that awful 'Fireman' song. In possibly related news, the other day I heard that 'Rockstar' song by Nickelback for the first time and thought it was a great piece of satire. Further research is needed.

Quoth urban dictionary "Gutta: Str8^ gangsta. Too gangsta for most gangstas to handle." Yes indeed those turtles be gutta. Fucking Christ. I think I just had a stroke.

Lil' Wayne ... turtle's downfall ... crumbling infrastructure ... beverly hills chihuahua ... morons ... dancing bears ... precious bodily fluids.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Expect no future

"You know Omar ain't never put his gun on no citizen."
-Omar Little

For those of you unaware (ie, don't live near Philly) some bank robbers killed a cop here last weekend. It got me thinking, and not just about how this death has "rocked the city" according to various news outlets that show 2 hours of live funeral coverage. I don't feel rocked, but then again, I don't live in the city -- perhaps one of my urban readers could shed some light on how rocked they are.

But that's neither here nor there. What this really got me thinking about is how some lives are worth more than others. When 1 cop killed warrants 5 straight days of front page above the fold coverage in a city with 300+ murders a year, something seems a little off. Maybe it's just me, I do hate cops. What with with their brutality and mustaches and all.

Working in the news business the varying value of life becomes apparent through stupid editorial decisions and resulting community outrage. People care more about some lives than others, its only natural. The basic formula I just came up with goes like this: 1 local cop=1.2 blond white girls=2 racehorses/police dogs=6 area black men=1,000 Arabs in the Middle East=40,000 rice-paddy dwelling South Asians. Probably not to scale but it gives you an idea.

I just wonder what it means when a local cop killing (tragic as it is) warrants death of a president-type media coverage. I do realize cops, like presidents, are above the law at this point, but this coverage is almost pornographic in its glare. Of course public servants deserve all the accolades in the world. He gave his life protecting you and your children from the bad guys. Meanwhile, a thousand people in a thousand different places else mourn a brother, mother, son or daughter. People die, loved ones mourn.

Why should people care about a bunch of people in Myanmar (Myanmarians?) more than their beloved Aunt Betsy? They shouldn't. It makes innate sense and is better for the mental health to invest more emotionally in those people within one's own sphere of influence than a bunch of jerks dying of thirst in a jungle on the other side of the world. Best not dwell on that which you cannot control, and focus on that which you can.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Beware French gangs

Yeah, yeah, it's a music video ... for the French techno band Justice. You expected Daft Punk?

But music video or no, keeping alert for roving gangs wearing matching jackets behooves you, especially while visiting France. Sound advice me thinks.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Giving fans the slip

Sorry for that headline. The new Nine Inch Nails album dropped out of nowhere yesterday. Called "The Slip" it can be downloaded for free at Much like the 4-volume instrumental Ghosts I-IV that became available in March, there was no warning or advance press.

You can get it in any one of four formats -- mp3, flac or Apple lossless, and super high quality WAV files. All you need is a valid e-mail address. The mp3 files are streamed, all the rest come as torrents.

There is a note on the web site from Reznor saying "Thank you for your continued and loyal support over the years — this one's on me." It's also got the old Creative Commons license, which means anyone can remix or use it anyway they want as long as they give credit. The web site encourages people to give it to their friends.

As far as the music itself -- it's pretty standard nin fare, at least since With Teeth. Hard rock/electronic beats, haunting piano ballads, along with the typical damn the man type lyrics.

Crazy how once Nine Inch Nails gets out from under a record label they release 5 albums in 3 months. No more waiting 5 years like between Downward Spiral and The Fragile that's for sure.

Monday, May 05, 2008

On Heckling

It's well documented that Philadelphia sports fans are horrible people. We are, by all accounts, drunken louts who get our jollies throwing rocks at grandmas and making fun of the fat and differently-abled. Not to mention the ubiquitous 'Booing Santa Claus' incident that occurred in 1968 and has ruined many a Christmas morn. He's jolly.

Yes Philly fans have been known to enjoy a good heckle. You may remember a couple years back when the patron saint of steroid investigations came to Philly. The Sunday Night game was broadcast on ESPN and went down as one of the greatest belligerent baseball experiences of my/anyone's life. We kept it classy, somehow. Not a battery syringe was thrown. I was saying Boo-onds.

That is not to say that we Philly fans aren't capable of some uncalled for vitriol. Shocking as it may be, in the past I have been guilty of yelling obscenities within the earshot of children. I remember (remember may not be the right word given the level of inebriation) one instance at an NU football game where I yelled 'FUCK YOU I-U' for about 2 quarters. The grad students in front of us enjoyed it. Too bad we were playing Michigan.

But karma's a bitch, apparently, because my season ticket seats at the Phils are positioned just one row in front of a group of young bucks who show up drunk as shit every game in the third inning and proceed to yell unceasingly until they leave in the eighth. And most of what they say is fucking lame. Sure, not much is known about Giants' leftfielder Fred Lewis -- but that doesn't mean you have to yell "LEEWWWWWWISSSSSSS" repeatedly inning after inning. "FRRRRRREEEEDDDDD!" isn't much better. He's no Barry Bonds or even Marquis Grissom, why don't you try something along those lines.

And I'll be the first admit, chanting "Show and Tell" (a local strip club) at Pat Burrell is pretty funny. On the other hand, yelling "Taco Tuesday" at the Bat is stupid and doesn't even make sense. Same goes for "Pat the Bat! Pat!" I expect more from someone who wears a Kim Batiste jersey. Need ideas? There are web sites designed to help you out.

Bottom line, don't heckle a man who is currently the second best hitter on the team and also in the National League. Just a thought.

Zaza Pachulia loves the United States of Freedom

Well Put.

Is it wrong that I think this is the funniest thing I've seen all week? Watched it about 50 times and counting.

Friday, May 02, 2008

Just sleeping on some melons

Here's a couple things to tide you over until you figure out what stupid shit to spend your tax rebate on.

I've decided all the coverage of the Olympic torch drama is pretty meaningless. It hasn't stopped China from doing shit like saying protesters on Everest will be shot. Meanwhile we are all kind of whistling and twiddling our thumbs while those fucks keep on building their ridiculous infrastructure.

Here's a list of 188 philosophers. You know its comprehensive because it has Zeno of Elea AND Zeno of Kition. See what I did there? It's like I know what I'm talking about.

Did you hear about this "Hannah Montana" fiasco? Apparently it has been in the news. How old is 15? Old enough to have that 'just been fucked' look in a magazine spread? I blame Annie Liebovitz.

In teaching your kids about drugs news, we have this book called It's just a plant. Just fantastic.

This week for a video, I really wanted to put this up, but I feel like that meme is dying already. Instead here's the 'official video' for that new Nine Inch Nails song.

Let's see, what else ... uh, Freegans? Probably not.

That's all I got. Look for me at the Phils-Giants game, I'll be the drunk guy.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

The stupidest war ever

It's no secret older media like newspapers, radio and even television have harbored animosity towards this world wide of webs. The reasons are legion and lame, mostly relating to the generation gap. The fact is they are all ways to disseminate information, and the flexibility and speed of the web is scary to those who prefer to read a newspaper with their coffee in the morning.

The latest battle in this idiotic saga was the whole Bissinger-Leitch blowup (Note: The Internet!) that went down the other night on Bob Costas's HBO show. Costas's show is definite quality -- later on they had a frank discussion about race in sports that should be required watching.

But yeah -- the author most-known for penning 'Friday Night Nights' went off on Deadspin's editor about how blogs are basically the causing the downfall of human society. And now the web is rife with the fake edits of Bissinger's wikipedia page and whatnot -- "ZOMG old guy criticized the tubes, snark snerk!"

It should be noted that Bissinger has a point. The web can definitely function as a big echo chamber. Since so much of it is driven by opinion, people tend to seek out and keep with their own. And brave is the man who tries to have a rational discussion with someone of a different viewpoint, because trolls are rampant. Especially here.

The problem is not just the internets though. How the old media reacts to what becomes news on the web (memes and all) is less than ideal. For example recently published the name of an alleged 14-year-old sex crime victim. And then the AP wrote this story, which is just about the most passive-aggressive piece of journalism ever. Saving you the google search: The 'victim' in this case is the 14-year-old son of Billy Bob Thornton and he was supposedly fucking some 22-year-old. The natural reaction is more Niiiice than anything else. I doubt TMZ would have published the name of a girl, despicable as they are.

South Park aside, the problem is the gatekeepers of information have been replaced without their consent by rabble and are not fucking pleased. Fifty years ago, newspapers were Hermes, seeking adventure and distributing information. TV caused some injuries, but the internet is dealing the death blow right now. Those who thought they knew best see themselves being replaced by profane geeks who pander to the lowest common denominator.

The fight, just like the winner, is inevitable. Only those who can adapt will survive.