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OH, DENBY’S STILL STINKING UP THE NPR SHOWS? Chronic masturbator and greedy day-trading halfwit David Denby continues to lie about his libel/slander against your Wonkette. Los Angeles Times book-blogger Carolyn Kellogg has an amusing update, and you can skip right ahead to 2:55 to see how Denby was telling more dumb lies on WNYC on Monday. What a bore. [LA Times/BuzzFeed/Jewcy/Time Out New York/Dallas Observer]
“No. 5. Total disregard of routine journalism. No phone calls, no checking things out. Journalism should try not to slander people.”
My father’s father’s father ate this man’s sandwich in High School. If this was Rwanda they could have (and maybe should have) finished his yogurt as well.
Christ, what a pedantic twatwaffle. And how utterly fucking hilarious to hear this whining media tick accuse actual humans of being “parasitic.” I say we call off the war of the words in favor of a series of sharp kicks to his nutsack.
On Saturday my TV Guide promised me Denby discussing snark on C-Span. But when I turned it on, they just had a picture of the empty Senate chamber for the entire half-hour. I guess someone decided silence was better than pontification.
Duel. Challenge. Now.
Wait, I can’t tell, are we all still wymyn?
Anyway, I think Mr. Denby made it clear that if you had simply called Senator Kennedy and confirmed with him that he had a bottle of whisky stuck in his throat, you would not be an icky, yucky, girly blog. Sheesh, how hard is it to call? I’m sure Mr. Denby called you before he published his stuff.
Those who can, do.
Those who can’t, teach.
Those who can’t do either, teach gym.
Those who can’t teach gym, become critics.
Those who can’t do ANY of the above are David Denby.
I’d have to say the worst part (besides the libel, of course, Ken) is that he doesn’t understand how to operationally define his terms. Snark is sarcasm, unless it is funny; well, it’s mean personal sarcasm, unless it inverts something creatively (um, isn’t that the point of sarcasm?); snark is sarcasm that David Denby doesn’t like??
Seth Meyers’ Really?!? skit doesn’t count, because even though it is snarky it is “an extended riff.” WTF? Goddammit! You’re killing me, Denby!
Dear God Ken, stop making us watch this “stuff.” My eyes, they burn.
Internally valid: His definitions of snark remind me of the previous administration’s justifications for doing things. Whatever it was — invading Iraq, lowering taxes in a time of war, pulling the wings off butterflies — they had some overarching principle that they were following. For Iraq it was preventing the smoking gun that comes in the form of an I-can’t-even-say-it-now, for taxes it was somethingorother. But these principles never seemed to be applied broadly, but only in the individual case where they needed to show that they were acting according to some Great Principle.
Denby’s flabby, floppy muffin-top of a concept is exactly the same thing — a criticism of a few mean statements he doesn’t like wrapped in some vague overarching definition he neither understands nor cares about much, since he’ll be abandoning it the moment he’s done with his book tour. As a matter of fact, he already seems done with it, since he can’t help but reproduce stories from prrevious interviews at this point.
Anyway, I look forward to Denby’s next masterpiece of cultural dissection, One-Night Handstands: How I Blew Thousands of Dollars on Advice on How to Get Laid and Ended Up with a Chafed Palm and a Crappy Book Idea.
Snark is the assfucking of riffs for whore diamonds. Also.
Who put the pink pastel, delicate puce, silk garrotte about Denby’s bulging neck goiter?
Hands?
Okay.
Hands down.
bahaha. the picture in Kellogg’s post. nice scarf, dude.
Denby is such a PUMA that he practically lactates:
http://livebythefoma.blogspot.com/2009/02/snark-attack.html
And calling Tom Wolfe a Klan member is such a pussy move.
Mr. Todd: Yeah, the Wonkette photo is probably the most flattering I’ve ever seen of him, though the name Wormtail always comes to mind.
Who was the Wonketteer who was too snarky for publication?
Shorts^3?
But hasn’t it basically been agreed that Denby’s book is for, like, old people. Like, old-old people who will never come across the information that will prove his ravings wrong? And isn’t that the point?
ManchuCandidate: All of us. I left a comment that never made the page either.
Colander: Sort of. Denby’s book is for journalists who think that they were tough on Bush, Judith Miller was wronged, and Bob Novak is a patriot.
In other words, the very media types that helped drive the country to the brink of oblivion over the past eight years.
Wonkette is a warblog, and Denby is a warblog criminal.
Lionel Hutz Esq.:
As I understand, We’re mostly women. I think of myself as a 60-40 but my wife says 80-20. Ouch.
I did my part on wnyc’s message board… FREEDOM!!!
How about this. Set up a facebook page and organize a flash mob to sing and dance on Denby’s front lawn at 3am some morning?
Mr. Todd: Worst jacket photo ever.
AH, the Amazon page massacre continues! http://www.amazon.com/Snark-David-Denby/review/product/1416599452/ref=cm_cr_dp_all_helpful?ie=UTF8&coliid=&showViewpoints=1&colid=&sortBy=bySubmissionDateDescending
I love this observation from one of the reviews: “Snark is the comfort of the powerless, aimed at the powerful.”
Snark is the last bastion of the oppressed. Not a very formidable bastion, but it’s our bastion. Bastion. If you say that a bunch of times, it starts to sound really funny.
ManchuCandidate: Pop Socket: I also tried to comment, but their moderators are apparently LDS’ers. Boo. Also.
Has anyone else noticed an annoying increase in the usage of the word “snark” recently? Not just in reference to this guy, but in every newspaper and blog that I read, and every comment on those websites. It’s driving me fucking insane.
Denby is the guy who works for an important NYC newspaper, sitting in a corner table by the kitchen at the Algonquin, trying to read Dorothy Parker’s lips, because he just knows that he is the butt of the snark that has the whole round table laughing, at him. And he’s right.
Devoid of ideas for a book that has some relevance to our society, he seized what must have looked like an easy target, creative people so busy laughing that they wouldn’t mind whatever he said.
The above, I think, would make an excellent review on Amazon and B and N.
I’m sure it never occurred to him that, as mean as wonkette may seem to boring people, the loyal wonkeratti comprise a might band of tech-savvy (me excepted) loyalists (count me in on that part) snarkers who understand that at times like these, what the fuck is there to do but laugh?
DustBowlBlues: Bravo. That’s it. Bravo.
I like how, once again, he says Wonkette, “and other sites owned by Nick Denton” don’t check anything.
ahem.
What pissed me off the most about this old man is when I go to facebook (hmm.. you’re wondering. Where could this be leading? Is the friends with this boring old man?) my friends are all chirpy and sweet and saying mundane things and I seem to be the only one pissing on Republicans and generally being sarcastic. Denby does not recognize there needs to be a place between that and boring literary shit that he claims to like.
Back to FB–Do I have the wrong set of friends?
Monsieur Grumpe: Wow, then I can go fuck myself. I feel like such a PUMA.
gah, he sounds like Nigel Tufnel of Spinal Tap backstage with the catered sandwiches: “i don’t want this, i want large bread, so i can put this, so then it’s like this! and who’s in here? no one!”
what’s more boring, denby’s views on wonkette, or wonkette reporting on denby? the guy’s free publicity and you know it, so thank him next time you see him and hope that anyone, ANYONE can listen long enough to hear him mention wonkette, because i couldn’t.
I thought wonkette just snarked (is that a word?) at everyone, we play no favorites, we pull no puches, we hate everyone equally, at least that’s they way I understood it.