Shorter Steven den Beste
As part of my New Year’s Resolution to pick a really nasty fight with someone, and as a potential supply of more regular updates, I’ve decided to become a “watcher“. I believe that this was all the rage in weblog circles about a year ago.
Anyway, I want to do it, and nobody convinced me that there were better targets for a jihad than Stephen den Beste, so I picked him. It also helps that, as far as I can tell, he’s incredibly thin-skinned (see my comments board somewhere for proof). Now, I thought of doing “Smarter Steven den Beste” (note that part of my strategy is not to use a consistent spelling of his first name), but that would probably completely dominate my blog, and besides “fisking” is like so five minutes ago. (Being a “watcher”, however, is retro and cool).
Besides, people don’t necessarily want a Smarter Stephen den Beste. Part of the joy is watching a man who knows nothing about anything except the innards of mobile phones trying to understand a complicated world around him with no sources of information other than the Internet. What people want is a Shorter Stephen den Beste; one that doesn’t take about ten thousand words to get from A to halfway through the downstroke of B. So I’ll be posting one-sentence summaries of posts on the USS Clueless, on a reasonably regular basis, until I get bored. Here’s today’s batch:
- I’ve never served in uniform.
- My dislike of the French is independent of any facts about the world.
No thanks, please, I do it for the love.
Update: Fuck me, this is gonna be more work than I thought. Here’s another one:
- I have intricate knowledge of the command and control structure of the Iraqi Army, and astonishingly enough, the news is Good For The War Party!