The more you know!

I believe that in his misguided attempt to frame his argument in his imitation of the clipped diction of a clever detective, or possibly in the closest approximation to Mark Ames that his empathic engine could conceive, it’s been left unclear what he was referring to, but I wanted to make sure you were aware that it wasn’t without merit.

In order to appear jocular, we must admit that it is sometimes necessary to spit much bile and self-pity into a bucket, or to scoop up some vomit or something else equally loathsome in its place. Obviously, this review managed to be jocular without fulfilling this customary requirement.

Since privileged criticism can masquerade as many things, we cannot ignore the possibility that a puddle of vomit used to fill a bucket and reinforce the idea that one is jocular may be privileged criticism posing as something other than what it is, as it does when it appears in the guise of a disgust for the idea of returning home and running one’s father’s business.

Privileged criticism can also masquerade as some kind of hackneyed college degree, almost always in the liberal arts, and when it hides itself in the folds of the gay and multi-colored procession of liberal arts graduations and their processions down the street, which then after photo sessions often devolves into groups who get into rented limos, taxis and even, indeed, hackney coaches, in order to have lunch at some local restaurant, this gesture clearly indicates a monolithic sense of entitlement.

Those who involve themselves in the pursuit of liberal arts degrees are always at risk of becoming hackneyed in a more metaphorical sense, as they devolve into privileged critics who live away from their city of birth, feel as if they are monolithically entitled not to work for their family’s business, families’ businesseses, or families’ business, or family’s businesses, if such thing exists, and could very well someday to be forced to masquerade as a puddle of vomit or something else other than a nepotism-averse holder of a degree that will soon be as obsolete as the blunderbuss.

Those whose families have no businesses but pursue liberal arts degrees will likely feel monolithically entitled, regardless, to be perceived as jocular without throwing up into a bucket or indeed presenting any bucket or any loathesome substance of any kind.

It is this guy’s first review, so let him go this time, but next time our man here with the dictionary can rightly expect proof positive of bile, vomit, self-pity, or something else loathesome if he wants us to think he is really a jocular guy.

I don’t KNOW why you took offense, the chronological order of the postings must have given you just cause to assume I was for some reason attacking you. In any case, it’s Michel Houellebecq and I am so very sorry I failed to impress you.

You do have my sincere apologies as well as my promise than if in the future I do happen to post after you, my post will be filled with flattering praise and warm serenity – so as not to endanger your jugular vein, and the distension thereof.

Scathingly Yours,

Review

P.S. – Thank you for your wonderful tip. I am sure you will be kindly rewarded by those closer to you. Perhaps even someone with a degree in French Literature?

btw you should check this site out for honest reviews, probably the author of this already knows about it and fantasises about doing something similar if he only could get through the censoring machine…

http://www.escapistmagazine.com/videos/view/zero-punctuation

You should do this with porn as well

That being said, I realize I’m whiter and nerdier.