Last night
Dizzy's blog received a rather rambling comment from someone calling themselves Derek Draper. Dizzy clearly felt the author needed some therapy so he has provided it, rather wonderfully, in the form of a fisk. Hugely entertaining. Read it
HERE.
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In an earlier post on this site I expressed dismay at the continued focus Derek Draper has for abuse.
My oh my, just how wrong could I be? I mean, I knew he didn't help himself, but the guy is such a tosser, he's pretty much gone out of his way to paint a target on his own backside.
I stand corrected.
I'm beginning to feel a bit sorry for Draper.
I need a therapist!
What will all the Labour spin merchants, special advisor and lobbyists do after 2010 - have a self help group down the local Job centre ?
Derek Draper just doesn't get it. He is clueless about the internet, blogs, bloggers, and especially the online community.
Draper is doing a dance. It goes like this > You're at a wedding reception, you're drinking lots of champagne, it's getting late, you look over towards the dance floor, and much to your horror...you see your old Uncle Harry, drunk as a skunk, and he's doing (GULP!) 'the dance'.
The freakin' old drunk uncle at a wedding dance!! It's just so embarrassing. You cringe. you want to shout out 'stop dancing Uncle Harry - you're making a fool of yourself!'.
STOP DANCING, DEREK DRAPER, PLEASE STOP DANCING.
It will be fun to watch the forthcoming Stasi-moderated propaganda front crash and burn!
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