The realm of pithy and profound pointlessness is traditionally that of old, retired people since we have, essentially, nothing better to do. Actually, we do have better things to do but we're also lazy so we use pithy and pointless profundity as a fall back.
However ...
Along came Wolf Blitzer with about a billion endlessly-chatty wanker woofies following him, all filled with the pointless and profound pointless of the Plasticine Prophets ... and the viewing audience fell to its knees in adoration.
All of television is now hopelessly banal music shows featuring high-talent, low-depth material, endless cop shows all seemingly featuring the same cops, and the rest is yakkity yak yak yak on every channel at the same time. They can't get enough yakkity yak from one so they get five of them yakking around a table and then all of them can yak at once. It's ok as it's unintelligible regardless of how they present it but they only have to drop a recognizable name once in a while and the audience stays tight with them.
We of the Old and Useless but Still Pointlessly Profound Contingent protest as a mightily as our somewhat weakened frames will permit. The following grounds present our justification:
- The OUSP2C has been traditionally willing to issue pointless profundity for free but now the pundit posers are paid handsomely for it.
- The OUSP2C still says things the pundit posers won't say and that's because they are paid by the word and we are not paid for anything.
- The OUSP2C needs support because we (sob) die off whereas pundit posers multiply at the extraordinary speeds only possible when one lives under a refrigerator and only comes out in the dark.
Therefore, we of the Doubtful but Nevertheless Doughty OUSP2C will continue with our quest for profundity and pointlessness and we will continue to do it for free because there's one thing you know from that:
All together now ... it may be crazy but at least it ain't stooge bullshit.
However ...
Along came Wolf Blitzer with about a billion endlessly-chatty wanker woofies following him, all filled with the pointless and profound pointless of the Plasticine Prophets ... and the viewing audience fell to its knees in adoration.
All of television is now hopelessly banal music shows featuring high-talent, low-depth material, endless cop shows all seemingly featuring the same cops, and the rest is yakkity yak yak yak on every channel at the same time. They can't get enough yakkity yak from one so they get five of them yakking around a table and then all of them can yak at once. It's ok as it's unintelligible regardless of how they present it but they only have to drop a recognizable name once in a while and the audience stays tight with them.
We of the Old and Useless but Still Pointlessly Profound Contingent protest as a mightily as our somewhat weakened frames will permit. The following grounds present our justification:
- The OUSP2C has been traditionally willing to issue pointless profundity for free but now the pundit posers are paid handsomely for it.
- The OUSP2C still says things the pundit posers won't say and that's because they are paid by the word and we are not paid for anything.
- The OUSP2C needs support because we (sob) die off whereas pundit posers multiply at the extraordinary speeds only possible when one lives under a refrigerator and only comes out in the dark.
Therefore, we of the Doubtful but Nevertheless Doughty OUSP2C will continue with our quest for profundity and pointlessness and we will continue to do it for free because there's one thing you know from that:
All together now ... it may be crazy but at least it ain't stooge bullshit.
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