More quick Bissinger thoughts
So, of course Buzz Bissinger’s little tirade — which should be making the Youtube rounds any minute now — has aroused a few passions here. First thought was anger. Second thought was incredulity. Third thought was sadness, or some semblance of it, that Bissinger can be such an interesting writer and still so extremely out of touch. The last thought, I think, the one I’ve settled on, is merely resignation. Bissinger, and the hordes of old Murray Chass-types cheering him on last night, are beyond any convincing. Buzz Bissinger isn’t going to listen to reason about blogs. He’s not going to spend some time exploring. He’s just going to get scared and swear at you and say extremely stupid, inarticulate things, something that should be a crime for someone who’s spent, as he proudly proclaimed, “40 years perfecting his craft.” (40 years of respect, Buzz? That’s them, drizzling down the drain.)
Anyway, it’s resignation. There’s no point in trying to convince people that feel as Bissinger does. There’s no point in getting as worked up as Bissinger did. Because unlike them, we understand not only the past but the future. Bissinger only sees the past, fears the future, and has lost sight of both in the meantime. He and his ilk have failed to adapt, or they will continue to fail, and like all creatures that fail to adapt, they will die off. We thank them for the contributions and wish them luck with swift, painless, metaphorical death.
Feel that, Buzz? Cold, isn’t it? That’s the gloaming. I would tell you to embrace it, but you already have.
Oh, and it’s Big Daddy DREW, you dumb fuck.
