An open letter to LJ / SUP / Mr Dronov & Company

[wemyss]

I begin by noting that I am less than full of Christmas cheer just now (Tottenham failing to manage anything better than a draw against the sodding Rent Boys did not improve my mood; SPOTY disregarded both Cookie and Straussy; and I have been suffering the inadequacies of a company almost as obtusely incompetent and smugly hapless as yours - yes:

Comments

[lazy_neutrino]

What is a 'hoon', please? (Enjoyed the rest.)

Ah.

[wemyss]

In Anzac, it's a bogan, a hooligan, a Clarkson. It has an extra element in British English, meaning, a former crusader for principle who has become a compromised, expenses-troughing buffoon: this, from the career of the Right Hon Geoff Hoon PC, former MP and Cabinet minister.

Re: Ah.

[lazy_neutrino]

Ah, yes - now I see the origin, it does make sense. Thank you!

It does, really.

[wemyss]

All too much sense, actually.

[royul_thyme]

/clapping Bravo. Bra-fucking-vo. I'm even learning so many new words today! This is excellently written, the grammar superb, and yet vivacious and venomous. I had a grand time reading it and am actually a little calmer.

I'm sure it'll wear off once I have to comment on a defaulted page again. Maybe the bastards read this and laugh their asses into debt.

Thank you.

[wemyss]

May it be as you say.

Do I see a subject line?! Oh joy, oh rapture!

[tekalynn]

A magnificent rant, bracing as my morning tea. Thank you, sir.

(signed) A Cousin.

O frabjous day.

[wemyss]

And all that.

Thankee.

[femmequixotic]

I am beginning to think I'm the only one on my flist not royally up in arms about this situation. :(

Perhaps I'm just too worn out after being sick this year to really rouse myself to shake my sword. Perhaps I spent all my LJ outrage when having to wrangle with LJ staff during the Six Apart years over Strikethrough and Boldthrough. Perhaps it's just that it's Christmas and I miss my family dreadfully and thus have a ridiculously maudlin wish for the proverbial peace on earth and goodwill towards men which after a paper on human evil and suffering that I wrote earlier this month I don't think we human beings have a hope in hell of obtaining. (Reading about Auschwitz and Abu Ghraib hurt my soul and I don't think it's quite recovered

Or, quite conceivably...

[wemyss]

... you're simply a nicer and more charitable person than I shall ever be.

All my love to you and N and the Felines.

[being_here]

That is the most magnificent Christmas prayer I have ever read.

Oh, well.

[wemyss]

Not a patch on Cranmer, yet I thank you.