So, Mudede has decided to write about the McNaught Comet and the Bush "Empire". This post is once again one you should do your very best to avoid. Why? Because few writers in the tradition of American commentary are as bad, as vapid, as blunt, as boorish, as obtuse, as this Mudede character. It is a wonder that anyone would go out of their way to publish one of his pieces, all of which have neither the alacrity of a keen intelligence or the force of good instincts. They are filled with a false sense of importance. They are filled with mucky muck. They are, in the Samkhya theory of matter, the epitome of the tamas guna—heavy, murky, dull. They are noisy and oppressive. They are the products of an imagination that is fueled by big chunks of elephant dung. Mudede is an artistic elephant. You know that, right? Of course you do! With just one ear you can hear, from many miles away, his muddy mind plodding on a bad piece. There is no grace, no sensitivity in the text of his work, just the dumbness of a mass that crashes through trees, stomps on fallen leaves, breaks bark with its rough and thick butt. This is the elephant that writes pieces in, that tromps on, our fine language.
@ 1 ... That's a great parody of Mudede's style. You must have been working on it for a while.
Gold star, @1!
@1's post is an incredible hilarious repurposing of an actual post by Mudede. @1 is apparently so offended by -- and so unable to articulate his actual distaste for -- Mudede's writing, that repeating the same joke in each of Mudede's post's comments is what passes as his critique.
@4 you understand my method and my madness!
You must really love Edward Albee, YGBKM.
No, I’m just sick to death of Mudede and his pseudo intellectual puffery.
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