The NetBSD flamewars are tired, and don't get me started on my local LUG, but this shit has got the lulz that just don't quit.
I especially like the image on the second post:
Now, I get the immediate joke. Duh. But there's a second joke there, if you've read your Hemingway. First, that's with the cape, its not a muleta. If the bull is so worn out it can't even charge without tripping after nothing but pics (and maybe one set of banderillas, but it doesn't even look like a single set has been planted yet), this is shameful. The matador has done no real work at that point, so if the bull can't even manage to stay on its feet, he's totally corrupt as a performer: he's had his picadors bleed the bull so hard it is no longer an adversary but only a victim. There is no art in this.
As a side note, I think that's Mexico or Brazil rather than Spain, but that doesn't make much of a difference in the corruption of modern bullfighting. The bull is at most three years old (it's TINY!), and its horns are fake (they look sharp but they've been cut and shaved, without even bothering to blacken the ends, because nobody even bothers to look any more).
That's enough rambling, more than enough for those of you who've never read Death in the Afternoon (or The Dangerous Summer), but I think the image is a very eloquent exposition on the current state of Web 2.OMFG. Maybe it was inadvertant on uncov's part, but I'd like to hope they knew what they were saying, since it was so very clever…
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