August 23, 2003
John Hawkins is a lot more restrained as a blogger than I am, but he got pissed off the other day. His target deserved the treatment he received, but I regret seeing it happen, because I happen to like michael fumento. He's done a lot of good myth-busting work and I enjoy his writing.
But he was way out of line in the pissing match he engaged in. HE'S A TALL DOG?
I won't go through the stats but I GET MORE TRAFFIC THAN FUMENTO DOES FOR AN ENTIRE DAY BY 6:00 IN THE MORNING. Shit. My Site Meter is open. Go check if you want verification. And NO newspapers publish what I write.
I don't like pompous asses. Fumento proved himself to be one and the choke-slam delivered by John was well-deserved.
Just damn. I hate it when my heroes have clay feet.
Fumento seems to have a reputation for what can only be described as "yo-yo" status; he's either spot on about a topic, or he's dead wrong. So...best bet: read each piece and just agree or disagree on an item-by-item basis as others do.
I never heard of Michael Fumento.
Columns are constrained by the need not to offend the target audience. _Audience_ is the product of columnists, not columns. The audience is sold to advertisers.
With blogs it is the blog.
That difference makes blogs worthwhile reading, once you find your authors.
I'm always amazed when blogs I read point to these so-called 'big dogs of blogging'.
I've never heard of this Pumento fuckwit.
I only recently heard about glenn renolds...i probably didn't spell that correctly...but I don't care.
I don't follow "blog rules"..I don't care what the "big dogs" say. I read lots of web sites, some just happen to be blogs.
I have a blog because I like writing. I like getting people's dander up, their panties in a wad. I like sharing websites I find, news that interests me.
Who the fuck cares if somebody thinks I'm not an A-List blogger or a Big Dog or that I'm nothing more than idiot with a keyboard? Certainly not me.
I'm not going to change my style, edit my opinion because 'Joe Q. A-List Blogger' doesn't like it and can't get the tree trunk dislodged from his ass. I provide a little 'x' at the top of the browser window and a text field where you can type another URL if they don't like it.
One reason I like reading Acidman's site is because he doesn't care either.
Check out my friend Rich Hailey's site to get the full effect of Fumento being an asshole.
Hey Big Gut, you are absolutely bizarre. You write, "I won't go through the stats but I GET MORE TRAFFIC THAN FUMENTO DOES FOR AN ENTIRE DAY BY 6:00 IN THE MORNING. Shit. My Site Meter is open. Go check if you want verification. And NO newspapers publish what I write."
Wrong and reeking of arrogance and ignorance. I am not a blogger. My "hits" mean virtually nothing. I have a huge web page with over 400 PUBLISHED articles. I also have a tiny section for comments too short for publication. ALL you have is your blogging.
How truly and utterly bizzare that you BOAST that no newspaper will publish you. Yet that's where my "hits" come from. My column goes out to 400 papers, many of which go directly online. The hits I get from just the online versions easily swamp you. Then add in the print papers themselves. If just a fraction of the people who read those papers read my column, I probably get more hits in a week than you get in a lifetime. And these are people reading a whole column, not some one-paragraph off-the-cuff remark with a link. Finally, how many magazines do you boast of that refuse to publish you. Go to my bio page and you'll see I've been in many of the biggest. And how many books do you have to your name. I have five, thank you.
You demonsrate beautifully the very arrogance and self-importance I have attributed to bloggers such as yourself. The real world knows you are utterly talentless as a writer and it has rejected you, so you retreat to your fantasy blogosphere. Well blab all you want, because nobody outside of your tiny sphere has ever heard of you or ever will. You contribute nothing to society except hot air, which is not something in high demand this summer.
Was that really him, or just a troll using his name?
Either way, it was a wonderfully arrogant pile of steaming poo...