I miss blogger Adam Fogle, he of the late, now Internet-scrubbed, Palmetto Scoop.
He was the sort of blogger who would inflate himself to Hindenburg-sized posts of self-importance. Deflated, he would simply hook up the helium tank and reflate.
He declared himself the tribune of SC taxpayers when he claimed he ran a one-off TV add about taxes, the funding of which he never disclosed.
He once declared himself the critic of all the arts in Columbia. He reviewed performances he admitted he didn't attend.
He accused the state parks and tourism director of writing a book about the state parks' 75th anniversary at taxpayer expense and pocketing a big fee on the side, and stuck to the story even when it was proven, line by line, it was all lies.
He was honest about hating gays. He believed public funding of gay pride events in Columbia endangered public safety. He hated Columbia generally.
He was relentlessly negative toward Democrats in the state legislature- except when they reached across the aisle to pass handicapped parking legislation that benefited him personally- legislation the party he shilled for wouldn't pass on their own because they didn't believe anyone needed it.
He had a fetish about plane crashes and Asian pre-pubescent gymnasts, and if you ever criticized his views he'd launch a fatwa to find out who you were.
He posed getting his nipple twisted by a former governor of Georgia:
But there was nothing like his slobbering over USC bad boy Stephen Garcia:
I miss TPS because Garcia- who's in his fifth year getting a four year degree- has been suspended yet again. Surely Boy Fogle could explain it all away as Garcia is getting his umpteenth x a trillion chance.
He was the sort of blogger who would inflate himself to Hindenburg-sized posts of self-importance. Deflated, he would simply hook up the helium tank and reflate.
He declared himself the tribune of SC taxpayers when he claimed he ran a one-off TV add about taxes, the funding of which he never disclosed.
He once declared himself the critic of all the arts in Columbia. He reviewed performances he admitted he didn't attend.
He accused the state parks and tourism director of writing a book about the state parks' 75th anniversary at taxpayer expense and pocketing a big fee on the side, and stuck to the story even when it was proven, line by line, it was all lies.
He was honest about hating gays. He believed public funding of gay pride events in Columbia endangered public safety. He hated Columbia generally.
He was relentlessly negative toward Democrats in the state legislature- except when they reached across the aisle to pass handicapped parking legislation that benefited him personally- legislation the party he shilled for wouldn't pass on their own because they didn't believe anyone needed it.
He had a fetish about plane crashes and Asian pre-pubescent gymnasts, and if you ever criticized his views he'd launch a fatwa to find out who you were.
He posed getting his nipple twisted by a former governor of Georgia:
But there was nothing like his slobbering over USC bad boy Stephen Garcia:
FRESHMAN QUARTERBACK GETS UMPTEENTH CHANCE
"As you can see in the picture above from The State, University of South Carolina quarterback Stephen Garcia has been reinstated two weeks early from a suspension for underage drinking and he is so excited that he’s frolicking around like a Unicorn chasing a rainbow..."
As mash notes go, that's pretty fabu.
I miss TPS because Garcia- who's in his fifth year getting a four year degree- has been suspended yet again. Surely Boy Fogle could explain it all away as Garcia is getting his umpteenth x a trillion chance.
I miss Fogle not so much for what he wrote, but for your take on what he wrote. Yours was much more entertaining.
ReplyDelete"He was the sort of blogger who would inflate himself to Hindenburg-sized posts of self-importance. Deflated, he would simply hook up the helium tank and reflate."
Thanks for the blast from the past.