Mock Fools Gladlier

Followup to: Suffer Fools Gladly

My favorite blog comment ever:

Erg. I’ve skimmed through a few of these. Obtuse 26 year old fumbling through self-discovery with the depth and breadth of insight of one of Jack Johnson’s more polished lyrics. Seriously, you have written so much and said so little. You clearly have not suffered for your knowledge- it is a shiny trinket. You have completely fallen in love with yourself for finally engaging in the act of looking. You have, a few times, dipped slightly beneath the surface of linear mundanity which lubricates most interpersonal exchange, and you have such a hard-on about it. See how the man of limited creative facility clings to the writings of Steve Pressfield, hoping that his lack of technical mastery can be offset by a swollen compensatory ambition reeking of plebianism! In a truly insidious way, this might be the most offensive blog on the web. Assuming that a future individual post is sufficiently lacking in blather to merit a specific response instead of an overarching condemnation of you together with your ostentatious enterprise, expect the lofty cadences of my voice to comment thither and yon. Overarching condemnations, however, may well be forthcoming, depending on my inclinations.

To be incontestibly certain, while he could’ve eschewed the effrontery, his markedly unterse writing catalyzed a bandwidth spike the likes of which thesaurus.com had never seen, thus establishing a heretofore chromodynamic paradigm.