Nobody Panic: Danny D. Says Everything’s Just Fine

I wouldn’t fear mornings so much if I didn’t think c— like this would be waiting for me whenever I started up the MacBook. Daniel Eran Dilger has plopped out another piece of “journalism” and is wandering the networks holding out his potty for everyone to inspect so they can tell him what a big boy he’s become.

My good deed for the day will be to read it so that you don’t have to. (Although it would surely be much easier — especially for me — if we just all decided to ignore this little t— altogether. Just a thought.)

The thrust of Danny’s latest appears to be that since “developers” (he uses the term in much the same way as my grandfather used the word “Jews”) abandoned Apple during the 90s they are merely getting their comeuppance  by being randomly banned from the App Store. Oh, and Microsoft is evil and doesn’t like developers either. Or some such bollocks. There may have been nuances which I missed, but I very much doubt it.

For some reason the following swarm out at me:

“Some critics refused to recognize the merits of Apple’s decisions”

Sod this, though I, and skipped to the end. I really wish I hadn’t.

“As for the tech media outlets who have developed a knack for reporting one side of every issue involving Apple: if the story sounds too good to be true, perhaps it is. If you exercised some effort to tell both sides of the story, I wouldn’t always have to describe in detail why you’re wrong. I also wouldn’t have to look so one sided for always having to tell the side you refuse to cover.”

Good God. Danny is one of those people who fervently believe that the sun shines out of Jobso’s arse. Maybe they’re right, maybe it does. You’d have to uncork Danny to find out. If he ever masters PhotoShop I have absolutely no doubt that we’ll be treated to indisputable photographic evidence of how Jobso alone raised the flag on Iwo Jima and was the first man to walk on the moon.

(By-the-by, Danny happens to raise the fact that Blockbusters doesn’t stock what he charmingly calls “X-rated movies.” This was one of my pet peeves in the pre-networked age, and I have a large body of correspondence on the matter if anyone wants to see what myopic bloody-minded corporate intransigence really looks like.)

Now if you’ll excuse me, I think that this has made me physically sick.

• The Steaming Pile of S—