HALF A HOOF AT TWICE THE PRICE

I took a look at The Tattler's latest message from the planet of pointless platitudes after reading vacreeper's newest masterpiece. (excellently done, sir, and a smoother razor-slicing of puffed-up pedantry we've scarcely seen) Tattle-boy certainly made me laugh when I saw he was singing the praises of Hofbrau the Inept. What strikes me as odd, though, is how any normal, intelligent, nonideologue could possibly consider Hofbrau a serious political thinker.

Hof is one of the lowest breed of debaters, the post-Descartean radical doubter. If you told Hoffy that the sun would rise tomorrow, he'd ask for proof. If you tell him Hitler killed 6 million jews, he'll ask for a list. He turns every straightforward debate into a slog through gummed-up glass shards. I've long since tossed that cretinous asshole with cerebral atrophy over the side of the ship. And for The Tattler to try and rehabilitate Hof's image isn't like the blind leading the blind, it's like the blind dragging a corpse. Of a rhinoceros.

JC