Burn with fury, oh poets of the Valley!

If you haven't been following, formerly swaggering computer blog TechCrunch has been a sad but faintly amusing car crash for the past few weeks. This post by someone else has the relevant links and captures how silly all the puffed up grandstanding is:

Anyway it’s probably just as well that AOL didn’t call M.G. because those backstabbing stiffs and corporate mofos at AOL sure as hell could not handle the truth that M.G. would be firing down the line at them, all loud and upper case and shit, just bam-bam-bam oh-no-you-di’n't-oh-yes-I-did. Or maybe M.G. wouldn’t even pick up that call at all. He’d see “Tim Armstrong” in the caller ID on his swagger-ass iPhone 4 and just say, Fuck it, that corporate motherfucker can go through to voice mail and kiss my white ass on the way. Because really — think about it. Why would a bad-ass renegade writer of the Truth even pick up the phone and say hello to some suit from AOL who doesn’t know jack shit about being a bad-ass swaggering tech journalist, amiright? 

For completeness here is editor Mike Arrington's ultimatum/resignation post, and here is TC tetris, which is infuriating.

While the saga must be pretty distressing for those involved, it's a massive time-saver for those of us who unsubscribe. Time to take up knitting or something.