Gawker.com is shutting down today, Monday 22nd August, 2016, some 13 years after it began and two days before the end of my forties. It is the end of an era. Blah bibitty blah blah, The Gawker domain is also being left behind in bankruptcy. This is the last post.Good.
You never were anything more than crap. In its freshest purest smelliest form. Except more sanctimonious and a lot more smug. And your commenters even worse. Impossible to read. Far more impossible to enjoy. Far far more impossible to learn anything from.
Begone. Be flushed.
Goodness, the man does go on. I read paragraph after paragraph after paragraph after paragraph and gained nothing new at all.
Maybe you can get something out of Mike Denton's pathetic swan song. But then, nowadays my speed reading on sites like Gawker goes like this:
Skip, skip, skippity do dah, skippity skippity skip skip slide, glaze, skip, skip, skip, skippity skip skip skip, la la la, skip, skip skip, at places the like Gawker that offer nothing other than shining a dim witted light on their own arrogance and contempt for everything not superficially liberal. Fresh out of Yale.
We don't care what happens to their staff. We don't care who bought their bedpan site. We don't care how much the buyer wasted. We don't care about profitability. We don't care about anything the man has to say. We just don't.
What is a swan song anyway? Swans don't sing. And if swans did sing they'd sound out better quacks and squawks than Nick Denton and his justifications or any of his craptastic writers, every one! And a lot better than any of his obnoxious arrogant know nothing commenters. Goodbye, you pricks. Cannot say it's been nice knowing you.