Your Bullshit Article is the Epitome of Crap
Friday, September 28th, 2007Back in 2001, I wrote a review of Garbage’s album, Beautiful, for Chico’s Synthesis. Basically I said it was horrble, and a couple years later some woman found it on the Interweb and sent an e-mail to the Synthesis in which she wrote that my “bullshit article is the epitome of crap.” I love that e-mail and have printed it below, along with the original review.
Today I have finally read something that I find deserving of that phrase: the cover story of the SF Weekly called “Steroids Confidential“. SF Weekly, your bullshit article is the epitome of crap.
These “authors,” whose names are anagrams for “Fiction” and “Satire” supposedly interview Barry Bonds’s trainer Greg Anderson’s cell mate, who says Anderson gave him the dirt on Bonds, including that he would file down Bonds’ back zits with an emery board, that Bonds drinks elk semen, that Bonds shot his penis full of HGH because he was worried about testicle shrinkage from steroid use.
Now, maybe if this was April Fool’s Day, I could see why they would run this as the cover story, but the SF Weekly is supposed to be a news weekly that reports on serious local news. Instead they waste their cover story on some made-up bullshit, that really isn’t even funny, and nowhere do they say that this article is not true, except in the anagrammed names.
Here’s the cover text: Greg Anderson has given up his freedom rather than testify about Barry Bonds. But one man has learned the deepest secrets of the trainer behind baseball’s new home run king.
What the fuck? Seriously, how do they decide to run a completely fabricated article and pass it off as true? Good hoax, douchebags.
Anyway, back to me.







