Lee Siegel is indeed God. He’s also known as spezzatura, a sockpuppet that sings his own praises. The ridiculous Franklin Foer has shit-canned Siegel’s blog and suspended him from The New Republic. That’s too bad, because I was planning on creating a blog wholly dedicated to mocking Siegel and TNR, and now I see I have been too slow.
No longer will we be blessed with Siegel’s ruminations on his failure to rape a 16 year-old Uma Thurman when he had the chance, his thoughts on wearing baseball caps indoors, or his critiques of blogofascism.
Siegel once got so upset at that we thought he was uptight for not liking Jon Stewart that he signed on as sprezzatura and commented in his own thread.
How angry people get when a powerful critic says he doesn’t like their favorite show! Like little babies. Such fragile egos. Siegel accuses Stewart of a “pandering puerility” and he gets an onslaught of puerile responses from the insecure herd of independent minds. I’m well within Stewart’s target group, and I think he’s about as funny as a wet towel in a locker room. Siegel is brave, brilliant, and wittier than Stewart will ever be. Take that, you bunch of immature, abusive sheep.
I would like to note here that BooMan is a powerful critic and also brave, brilliant, and wittier than Lee Siegel will ever be. I’d also like to note that sheep are, as a rule, not abusive.
So, Siegel will not be gracing the series of tubes any longer with his astounding insights on popular culture. What will we do without gems like this?
…the baseball cap signifies, most of all, a lazily defiant casualness. It’s less insouciant than I-don’t-give-a-shit. I have an inborn antagonism toward any type of hierarchy, but I think natural elegance is the best reply to assigned status, not sloppy rebellion. Wearing your standard-issue baseball cap in a restaurant isn’t a blow for egalitarianism; it’s a hopelessness about the possibility of originality ever to fly in the face of hierarchy.
What will we do without pearls of wisdom, such as this?
“Moron”; “Wanker” (a favorite blogofascist insult, maybe because of the similarity between the most strident blogging and masturbating); and “Asshole” have been the three most common polemical gambits. A reactor even had the gall to refer to me as a “conservative.” Another resourceful adversarialist invited me to lick his scrotum.”
The time for inviting Siegel to lick scrotums has passed. He’s past tense. He was simply overwhelmed.
I am overwhelmed by the intolerance and rage in the blogosphere. Conscientiously criticize, in the form of a real argument, blogospheric favorites like Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert, and the response isn’t similar criticism, done conscientiously and in the form of an argument, but insults, personal attacks, and even threats. This truly is the stuff of thuggery and fascism.
He was so overwhelmed, in fact, that he had to sign on as a sockpuppet to defend himself from accusantions of abject wankery. That’s almost as pathetic as the fact that he is still kicking himself for not committing an act of statutory rape.
