Archive for ‘Whiners’

April 7, 2018

Notes On An Abscence

by Firepower

What The Princes See

While away, I noticed many things.  Most of which, I will not detail here; perhaps I will keep them in the vast reserve of my memory for later publication.

Since that day, I have not read The Spearhead or Chateau Heartiste etc.  I do not know (nor care) what goes on at Half Siggy or Coppi Lil Piggi.

That said, I can predict with certainty:  They are writing about the Same Old Shit.  Manjaw=ugly.  SWPL=silly.

Piggi is busily repackaging what Tucker Carlson said about what Ann Coulter said about what Dinesh D’Souza said about what Rush said about what Krauthammer…

SOS.  Save our ship.  Save us…

I’m not just Pickin’ on Piggi.  Siggy and all the rest probably still do the same.  Meh.

Read The WSJ Article

I’m sure Spearhead Spewers take the time to groan³ about Welmer’s 137th latest blast on Child Support that I missed.  In their Revolution Fantasies, there is no room for the ugly reality that MEN have the lowest labor market participation since 1948.  Since EVER.  It’s never been as bad in modern recorded history.  But still, unrealistic Big Talk abounds how “all women should be deported and replaced by SexBots!!!” while both party’s conventions were tailored to feature and cater to women.   Duh.  That asskissing happens because women have the power – total power.

Firepower Predicts:  You’ll get no substantive action from males (note, I didn’t say “men”) without jobs – jobless men that whine about SexBots.  Incessantly.

Sandra Fluke in actuality wields more practical power than the entire MRM.  Not one MRA spoke – at either convention.  Not even a semi-quasi-teeny harmless lil’ mra.

Actual Democratic Value-Statement At Their Convention

But, if you’re well-off like a prince or a guy who tatoos a cock on his ass and drinks frog cum, you have no worry.  Nor if you’re a 40-ish Convicted Golddigger or Professional Companionette.

March 25, 2018

greascycled: Blogging, Recycled

by Firepower

goofy lil’ piggy – photo: courtesy TGIFriday’s Employee Lounge

The Post fails a young blogger – then whines about it:

The Washington Post  4.20.12   By Hon.

The Post just had a rough few days. It was shut out wonder why… of the 2012 Pulitzer Prizes, which were announced Monday. On the same day, journalists here had to accept or reject The Post’s fifth buyout offer in nine years that 21st century, it IS a bitch. The union representing newsroom workers says that at least 32 accepted, ouch…wonda why so many ? and probably more. And the prior Friday, a Post blogger, Elizabeth Flock, resigned. (not Fluke, as in Rushie’s Fluke Imbroglio, oh – and pronounced “Fluck” – the “l’ is silent, btw…)

I think that the most noteworthy event was the resignation of Flock, a woman in her mid-20s*…

**[we all know bim-broads NOW comprise the majority of college grads/students – and therefore journo grads – so we have no choice cuz wimmins historically-hysterically MAKE THE BESTY-bestest-BEST WRITERS!  Media idiots get “news” from BIMBOS who watch MTV – and stupidly pay wages for that result]

…whose job was filling The Post’s breaking news blog, called blogPost. It was designed to be about the national and international stories popular from hour to hour vapid news for droolers — trending — on the Internet.

Flock’s job entailed some original reporting from Washington but a lot more of what we call “aggregation.” This is an deliberately deceptive lie imprecise term. At its best, aggregation can mean IS collecting stories on a topic from a variety of news outlets and directing readers toward them through Web links. At its worst, as Bill Keller, the former editor of the New York Times has written, it verges on theft.

In the middle, where most aggregation is, it is repackaging. A digital journalist reads a raft of stories on a given subject from different publications, summarizes and rewrites them in a bright way, provides links and, at The Post, adds a Washington angle. The goal is to surf the trend waves (I say Patty Pexton surfed my trend wave on Blogging as Gilded Cage) on the Internet, hoping to catch a few thousand page views as a story crests. It’s cashing in on the passing popularity of a story even if you don’t have a reporter covering it.

BlogPost was supposed to attain 1 million to 2 million Web hits a month, Flock said, a huge number. On many days Flock was the only reporter filing for blogPost. Last month, she averaged 5.9 blog posts per day.

Flock made two mistakes in the past four months, which earned her two tough editor’s notes (big bad bigshot) disavowing her actions. She did a roundup on Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney allegedly using an old Ku Klux Klan slogan in his stump speech — a story that went viral online yet was untrue — and she didn’t call the Romney campaign for comment, nor did any editor make sure she did.

Flock says that in haste she read about 10 stories about Mars life, including some of the research papers, and forgot to credit and link to the originator of the story, Discovery News. It appears that she copied, pasted and slightly rewrote two paragraphs from the Discovery story. Plagiarism perhaps, but also a perpetual danger in aggregated stories.

But The Post failed her as much as she failed The Post. I spoke with several young bloggers at The Post this week, and some who have left in recent months, and they had the same critique.

They said that they felt as if they were out there alone in digital land, under high pressure to get Web hits, with no training, little guidance or mentoring and sparse editing. Guidelines for aggregating stories are almost nonexistent, they said. And they believe that, even if they do a good job, there is no path forward. Will they one day graduate to a beat, covering a crime scene, a city council or a school board? They didn’t know NOPE. So some left; others are surely thinking of quitting tomorrow.

Katharine Zaleski, yikes another bitch, but this one…older, fatter, more Polockish executive director of digital news, said that bloggers are made aware of The Post’s high standards: “We tell bloggers that their first and central priority is accuracy, not speed, not buzziness.”

The Post lets go nearly three dozen veterans in the newsroom to cut costs, and it falls short in cultivating its young and future talent. No, not a good few days. (you wants to play, you gots to pay – even liberal msm)

Now The Post, also this week, announced a new program to cross-train journalists — digital journalists will learn the ways of street reporters, and reporters will learn the ways of digital and social media. This is an excellent, and overdue, idea. Keep jerking it off to fantasies of Online Dominaton.

But it comes too late for Elizabeth Flock and some of her young and promising colleagues.

© The Washington Post Company

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Firepower says: Those who create ideas rule. Not those who recycle.

Those who write the story – control the story.

So…Lil’ Bloggy-Bloggers – your future is mapped for you. High pay, a Pulitzer Prize for toiling away countless hours on that Big Scoop!!!

Your scoop? Is in a pig’s ass. So…

Let the Propaganda Wars Begin, Let Slip, the Dogs of War.

That Common TRAMP: Never Knew
She Liked Oak Furniture

Lie, cheat and steal to win – just as Liberal Bastions, NYT, MSNBC and the Washpo did – and got paid. Destroy Leftists by any means necessary: Ben Bradlee relished memories of driving nails into Nixon, then defended sucking Bill Clinton’s cock -to gooey Blue Dress Tasty Money Shot.

Bloggers all copy, recycle, rehash and re-invent the wheel. For what? Hits. How noble. How novel. Wispy Ann takes a humongous Monday morning dump in her litterbox, then out come the dung beetles scurrying to comment on the fragrance, texture and taste of her dump.  Rolling, churning, chewing and digesting her Tasty Bits until they make it “their” own and reinterpret it for their 4th grade audience – until summarily relieved Ann trots off ten pounds lighter to prepare next week’s tasty squat.

From OneSTD, to Mangled’s Miss-too-many, Im Morti Fied and goofy little piggy, all you get is recycled WHINING conjured up from the pre-fab alchemy of Drudge Report (who… recycled it first), repackaged for The Studio Audience to gang-bitch and gripe about: Impotent, pathetic, miserable key-fapping, all. Hey, attention-seeking original thinkers: It’s all been done before and (muuuuch) better by Charles Krauthammer.  It’s a septic tank full of crap – strained, recycled, repackaged and ultimately spewed out as your tap water.

Hits are useless for posterity or your wealth. All you are left with next is fame or power. Better then, to be paid in blood. Blood is the wages of Power. Get some real action for your blathering. You’re all lamely auditioning for Billy Mays’ poop-cleaner & Vince’s “Schticky” gig – in farfetched hopes to work – for free even.

Better yet: STFU. Most of you suck.  I read better original whining at Ann Coulter’s (plus, enjoy the fantasy of doing her) and listening to the totally non-doable Rushie on The EIB.

So, Retread Warriors of the Keyboard, keep greascycling all those ideas to spoonfeed loyal hitlist fans as America gurgles under a morass of babble. When Bread & Circuses triumph… become The Circus.  As the grease slickens the track and the train slowly slides to a halt, you will feel compelled IRL to install bars on your effete sanctuary windows and dig out grampa’s scary shotgun. Until that day, you are chained to moderation chores, dutifully serving dim back-slappers so refereeing their childish squabbles serves as fitting punishment.

Until Ann pens her next hit.

Much thanks to SNL’s Mr. Subliminal, Kevin Nealon! And various, sundry writers uncredited for stealing the idea from other, even more anonymous idea smiths.

March 16, 2018

MRAs Are Lost Pareenes Declare Win

by Firepower
Photo

Photo (Photo credit: davidrdesign)

It’s better to view an accident diagram or lost battle schematic from afar.

mra = men’s rights activist (light on the ‘activist’ part, in fact – it doesn’t exist)

A Persian Proverb:

“He who knows not and knows not that he knows not is a fool—shun him.
He who knows not and knows that he knows not is a child—teach him.
He who knows and knows not that he knows is asleep—wake him.
He who knows and knows that he knows is wise—follow him.”

This, of course, leads us to Casting Pearls Before the Swine that are Spearhead Posters

AfOR tries to talks sense into the troops, to rally them before Thermopylae.  But, alas Leonidas is speaking to the whiny, grown-up spawn of …

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February 23, 2018

Hate Mail: f*ck off and die!

by Firepower

This just in. A latest intrigue comes a familiar, unsophisticated pen:

firepower you are a fag. Where do you get off saying the sh*t you do?? and f*ck off and die and it cant be to soon and I hope somebody helps it along. [ed note: Where I’m from, nobody has the balls; they’re scared of me. It has been tried.] heartiste acts like he loves you

[I don’t presume to think so, but thanks for the compliment, maybe you see something.]

maybe cos he pities your small dick. [Well, he is a generous guy] i’m getting sick of him too and his smatass bs comments [My site is not the fair, fitting or proper place to hate him, try his – you’ll get even more abuse ha]. Just go away and leave forums blogs and the internet to us who want to talk about ideas.

Talking about “ideas” is the last thing we need more of. Application of those ideas was postponed too long. There’s a trillion ideas in a billion warehouses full of ideas: Pick one. Then, get off your ass and do it.

If you disagree with an intelligently presented concept, the proper response is an intelligent, cogent alternative similarly presented with a method designed to convince – not alienate by ad hominem insult and curses. That perfectly displays the problem with Emotional Education in our Government Schools. Everybody is supposed to value your opinion because “you’re special.”

You’re not. You’re one of hundreds of millions on the interwebz. Most, idiots.

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December 25, 2017

Do They Know It’s Christmas?

by Firepower

{While Firepower is off, here’s a post he scheduled just in time for The Happy Holidays! ~Jenn}

MERRY Fuckin’ Titsmas

This is the wondrous time of year when we all get together and reminisce on the wondrous-wondery wonders we do!

Do They Know It’s Christmas?” was written by Bob Geldof in 1984 to raise money for relief of the 1983–1985 famine in Ethiopia.

This was a charity single organized by Geldof, who got the idea after….

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May 9, 2016

EndGames

by Firepower

It takes more brains to write an article than read one.

So, witey writes – for those too old to rebel. For rare is the literate witey under 40.

It was told once, youth listened to elders’ admonishments, grudgingly accepting them as a warning how to improve their lot. Today, even slight differences compel youth to tell their elders to suck a cock – then screeching demands to kick their ass. They are ridiculously ignorant, silly and mindless. It’s why they suck.

But, most elders were potheads fucking hairy hippy whores at Woodstock or selling out to Reaganite corporations. Now, they repent by ….

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