Underdogs Bite Upwards

Friends,

I'm not really technically or statistically minded, but fuck if I'm not obsessed with this site's analytics. It all started when the fine people at Blogger (and I really have no idea if they are "fine," it's more likely they are complete shitheads) added a "stats" tab. Now I can retroactively stalk the the dozens of people who accidentally make it to this site looking for ways to kill themselves (slowly, of course) or find discounts on facial tissues.

As it would turn out, half the traffic this site has ever received is thanks to another blog penned by an anonymous miscreant. That site is a lo-fi and moderately shitty-looking blog, in the way most blogspot sites are, but heavy on readable content in the way most Tumblelogs are not. Did you even know those gay-ass hipster-pages were called tumblelogs? You're welcome.

Now, I don't read the site. Not that it's poorly-written; quite the opposite in fact. It's a hilarious screed against nanny-state bull-jive written in the most British way possible. It's so dry, I have to moisturize after reading each post. It spreads on the anger so thick it's like smooth peanut butter; it really fills your mouth and sticks. A sample:

The antics of the antismoker are now so ludicrous that only a politician could be taken in by them. Unfortunately, we are plagued by low-energy politicians because the EU has banned the old tungsten ones. The current lot take ages to warm up and don't do much when they get there.

You can see why I don't read it: it's too damn good. Remember Deuteronomy 4:24? That's me in a fucking nutshell. But you ought to check it out loyal readers. The both of yiz.

Ta,

Harvey