Monday, November 4, 2013

In Which We Take The Slightest Excuse
To Go Back Two+ Yrs. & Note (Again) What A Dumbfuck Conor Friedersdorf Is

Never Gets Old Dep't.:

Young Conor Friedersdorf, who is paid for his typed thoughts, is so dense he cannot decipher public transportation in Los Angeles County. (You wonder what goes through their minds at The Atlantic? Didn't Megan McArdle's tenure teach them anything?)
But if you're intending to visit, I'd suggest driving or biking, because every time someone has tried to explain the various bus systems that connect them, and the rules for transferring among them, I've experienced that same feeling I had in the class that convinced me to stop taking math.
We repeat: This self-admitted idiot receives money for his inane ruminations. And if you thought Tech-Savvy Youth would look on the iNternet, no: Things must be "explained" to him. Out loud. Post-literacy marches on.

Soon enough these loads will babble mindlessly into their smart devices, then an iNternet robot will read it aloud (Remember Story Time, when you were read to by some fascist bully/big person because you were too young to read for yourself? And so could know only what was read to you?) to other users & irony will triumph (again) as technology that literacy made possible will devolve the human literacy project to nothing & it'll be Story Time for everybody: "If you sit down & you're quiet & you listen, you might get cookies afterward."

But now there may be hope. Not for homo sap, because making it easier for idiots like Friedersdorf to function & therefore to reproduce has never worked out well for the species, but for Friedersdorf & ilk, who may soon have something smarter than they are to assist them from Point A to Point B. And back.
Some recent job postings over [sic sic sic*] at Apple hint the company has big plans to finally, just maybe, bring public transit information to the infamous Apple Maps.

The lack of mass–transit directions has been one of the more vocalized complains about Apple’s native Maps app, but in the job descriptions for a “Maps Public Transit Engineering Manager” and a “Maps C++ Software Engineer – Public Transit,” spotted by Ars Technica, Apple teases: “You will work on one of the most anticipated features of Apple Maps.”
Uh, O.K., it's Apple, we remember how useful their maps were. Maybe not so helpful, but probably still more intelligent than Conor. As long as it doesn't make it easier for him to get around; if he reproduces, your fucking descendants are ++screwed!!

P.S.: If you were fool enough to click to & then read Friedersdorf's foolish blather, it is here refuted by someone who knows local stuff.
*Sweet Blood of Jesus, we will stop you fucking illiterates from typing "over at" when "at" alone suffices if we have to cut all your gawd-damn moron fingers off!!

4 comments:

mikey said...

Jeez, dood, in a world of Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity and Glenn Beck, it kinda seems like bagging on Connor is pissing upwind...

M. Bouffant said...

Bored Murderous Editor;
We're just so amused by his dumbfuckery that when we saw the transit app thing we had to go back to the well.

Plus he's local so there's always the chance of confrontation. If he can figure how to get here from Venice, that is. (Beat the crap out of just one of these idiots & the rest of them shut up before you can even look at them cross-eyed.)

Glennis said...

"The exact boundaries of the City of Los Angeles are especially impossible to delineate when you're driving what may or may not be its streets."

Dumbfuck. Look at the street signs. They change (color, size, font) when you cross jurisdictions.

Seriously, how stupid is Conor that he can't figure out Venice is part of the City of LA? There's only a dozen or so signs with City of LA seals around.

My son, at 14, was able to go pretty much anywhere he wanted by bus (not that we knew it, we complacently told ourselves that he didn't venture any further east than Westwood.) Maybe Conor needs to enlist a capable high school freshman as a guide.

Glennis said...

Refuted by D.J. Waldie.

Friedersdorf doesn't know how honored he is.