Transcript of recorded conversation at UNSF HQ, 28 April 2016.
"Yo. Chet. You been reading the stuff lately from our favorite copycats?"
"Uh...what's that, Karl? Copycats? You mean ones that I'm familiar with since I got hired by Hal in early 2014? Or ones that you people dealt with before my time here?"
"C'mon, Chet, I know you've read every damned post and comment here, you're the most thorough lawyer that everyone I know knows. You know who have the historical copycat leadership honors."
"Why don't you refresh my recollection, just so I don't get it wrong?"
"Jesus. What a lazy bum. Won't even kickstart your memory for this, eh?"
"You know the hourly rate, Karl. I can bill you, or I can not. I'm not working, then I'm not billing. I'm working, I'm billing."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. Two hints. Susan d'Ochridec. Steampunk agrarian code writer."
"Ahhh. Little fraud Tarzie, and the self-proclaimed Arch-Druid, neither of whom really ever shares anything insightful, unless offering something found here as if it were his/her/its own idea."
"You got it. So have you read them?"
"I read Archie routinely, mostly to track his sock puppetry skills, to witness those lengthy 'conversations' he has with himself in the comment threads. And Tarzie? There's nothing at that blog worth reading."
"I agree about Tarzie, I agree about Archie. But have you seen each one's most recent entries?"
"I saw Archie took a leave of absence then returned with an essay that was essentially lifted from the back pages of this blog's collective wisdom, but one week later was back to his Baffle-Ball game of Topical Hot Potato, with no coherence tying things together despite many promises that such is precisely what he's doing. I haven't seen Tarzie's blog since Hal told me to take a look at it for an example of one of the biggest copycats this blog experiences. I can't imagine I'm missing anything, since I'm not interested in gay men, fashion, gossip-pretending-at-investigation, furries/trannies/traps/ho-tramps, or the whining screeches of a flamboyant Brooklyn hipster-wannabe trustafarian. Those are the only things I saw at Tarzie's shrieking imitation of Rip Taylor as an infosec journo."
"Yeah, Archie came back from his break with some half-decent ideas for chewing, but then instead of following up on those ideas, he got into the SWPL game of check-your-privilege for a whole essay -- and you know how wordy that bastard is."
"Oh I saw that. Gave me a right crackin' headache it did. He's a progressive, deep in his coeur-du-bosque. Of course that's obvious to me and was to all of you here too, eh? But what about Tarzie?"
"Faggoty Fag-Fag --I can call him that, since his schtick is Gayer than Liberace!-- is back on the Snowden game, only now pretending he didn't spend over a year's worth of essays defending the Snow Job and the Greenback Grab of Greenwald. Now he's pretending he's always thought Snowden a con. If the dude-ish swish really had an audience rather than no audience but an Arch-Druid-like ability to pen "comments" under many different names, that audience would have to hold a person or two who read Little Swish doing the Hero Worship of Glenn and Eddie for months on end."
"I should care about that... why, exactly, Karl? One read of a Tarzie blog entry tells me all I need to know: he's a swell guy, bachelor for life, would live at the YMCA if this were the 60s, and he got where he is --nowhere, really, as a writer or thinker of note-- by getting on his knees, or clasping his own ankles, for career advancement. He's not anyone who'd have insights on political chicanery, unless we're talking about the politics of same sex sex-haver snark warfare."
"I just meant it's funny that Tarzie still gets linked by Chalupa, along with other idiots of blogtopia. Is Chalupa linking them out of mockery, admiration, or "irony"? Will we ever know?"
"Chalupa? That sad clown? Maybe if he stuck to commenting on irrelevant artists instead of pretending he's the Great Seer of sociopolitics, if he kept his eyes pinned to sports statistics and the horrors of people actually hunting down the meat they consume at their meals, maybe he'd be worth bothering myself about. I class him in the same league with Archie and Tarzie -- sad, deluded, and smugly passive-aggressive as if always correct, but as said: deluded, especially on own wisdom."
"Yeah but he's better now since he walked on a 40 foot wide path in the woods, with 49 other people. That's truly regenerative recreation right there! And he threw a plastic disc at an array of chain and metal tubing, along with 53 others. Better now!"
"Don't remind me. That kind of self-abasement those three bloggers conduct is perfect for capturing the zeitgeist of the first 25 years of the 21st Century."