Languatron has posted an online response to my recent review of his book. I invite you to read it here, slightly edited for taste and anonymity with additional commentary from yours truly. Languatron’s words are in bold text, which is only fitting. My lowly response is in italics.
Did I mention that my book is still growing? This is going to be the next chapter to be added shortly. Cut and pasted from my manuscript.
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Chapter Sixteen
[Stallion Cornell] Reviews My Book
Arrogance begat naivete, and naivete begat [Stallion Cornell] .
Ah. That’s me. The grandson of Arrogance.
NBC-Universal/Sci-Fi Channel wasted no time in dispatching their prime dolt in reviewing my book, and what truly amazes me about this former Utah Senator who moonlights as a short order cook, in a gay homeless shelter in between drawing a paycheck from Universal Studios while sitting on his [tuckus], is how truly naïve and predictable he is.
Where to begin? I am not now, and never have been, a senator or a cook. I doubt that homeless shelters discriminate on the basis of sexual orientation. I eagerly await my first paycheck from Universal Studios, which has yet to arrive. But at the moment, I am, in fact, sitting on my tuckus.
Reviewing my book would be too kind an assertion as to exactly what [Stallion Cornell] babbled about in his on-line blog.
I’m flattered by the fact that he loosely structures his response around my original review. Where I wrote “to call it a ‘book’ is to be generous, both in terms of quality and quantity,” Languatron responds with the fact that my calling it a review “would be too kind an assertion.” Languatron often attempts to adopt his opponent’s sentence structure as a template for his own missives, but he’s not very skilled at logical responses. Instead, he goes straight for the insults. I deliberately attempted to avoid insulting Languatron ad hominem, yet Languatron seems unable to respond in kind.
Instead of bringing attention to the facts in my book which could quite frankly end careers at NBC-Universal/Sci-Fi Channel, [Stallion Cornell] engaged in naïve attacks on the structure of my book.
The only naiveté here stems from the idea that anyone at Universal could possibly care what Languatron has written. It can hardly be said that I “attacked” his structure, naively or otherwise. My complaint was with the contention that his pamphlet-length diatribe could be labeled a “book.” It’s far too short.
He states that the first three pages are blank, not realizing that two pages in the copy he downloaded (and in a manuscript) is equal to one page in a paperback book. The naivete and obliviousness in remedial paperback book construction being the first strike against [Stallion Cornell].
Strike one, indeed. It seems that every reviewer, to establish credibility, must take a course in Remedial Paperback Book Construction, lest ye fall into obliviousness. Make a note, critics everywhere. (In contrast, sentence fragments, apparently, are now considered good form.)
The third blank page is the other side of where the book begins. This is a grown man reviewing my book? Really?
No. I’m a mutant. I have three stubby arms and I have to stand on my elbows to ride the bus. And someone tell Langy and Sean Hannity that sarcasm and incredulity do not an argument make.
He never addresses the subject of the book,
Except when I do. I talk about the “shadow mechanism” and the conspiracy and the whole ball of wax.
Again, to cite Monty Python again, this is Black Knight-style arguing. “Your arm’s off! – No it isn’t!” How do you argue with someone who pretends that when his limbs are hacked off, it’s only a flesh wound?
instead he attacks my margins (margins?) claiming that the width of my margins is some sinister attempt on my part to draw out the length of my book. OK, where is the ambulance and the straight jacket for this guy?
I made no inference of sinister implications. I simply stated the book was too short to be termed a book. And I would never attack a margin that couldn’t defend itself.
My ambulance and straitjacket are in Cleveland.
Like his employer (NBC-Universal),
Lest we forget!
[Stallion Cornell] dodges, evades, avoids, denies, sweeps under the rug, and arrogantly tries to back his way out of, the truth of my book.
I also cavort, amble, fly under the radar, mince, and callously saunter my way out of the truth that his comma use makes me chuckle.
Yet he chose to somehow comment on my book and try to pass it off as a review. What [Stallion Cornell] calls his personal blog, is a steaming pile of horse [poop].
Hence the smell.
[Stallion Cornell] takes it upon himself to make it his business that I wrote a book about Universal Studios in the first place, despite his eight year long claims that he has nothing to do with Universal Studios politically, emotionally, or in terms of employment.
I like their candles, though.
He decides to review my book, and then he actually doesn’t review it. What he didn’t review he dismisses, just like anything else in life that gets in the way of [Stallion Cornell]’s ego, he dismisses.
I dismiss this.
Reading in between the lines of his blog fart that really wasn’t a review,
Lest we forget!
[Stallion Cornell] is as intimidated and as frightened about what I said about NBC-Universal as he always was.
Undeniably true, which is to say, not at all.
He saw to it that those who read his blog will never get from him what I actually said about NBC-Universal/Sci-Fi Channel.
Except where I quote him at length.
I thank him for indirectly corralling his hoodlum squad into having to purchase the book to find out exactly what I said. As this will only help the sales that I am already happy about.
What about the sales he is unhappy about?
[Stallion Cornell] is like an elderly driver on the road, on the brink of death as he approaches a green light at an intersection.
And with bowel trouble besides!
He didn’t have the energy to review my book, he didn’t have the energy to confront the issues in the book, he just made a half [arse] mention of it on his blog, drowning out what should have been a review, with his adolescent meanderings into how many pages are in my book, the length of my margins, etc.
Notice that Languatron has spent at least three times as much space talking about his margins as I did in my initial review. And it’s the width of the margins that count. The length was just fine.
After eight years o fighting me on the Internet, [Stallion Cornell] is mentally old, tired, washed up, and ever irrelevant to those who don’t have the patience for his ego.
He’s also aged, weary, decrepit, over the hill, and mean to puppies. But he loves Fresca!
[Stallion Cornell] increasingly exists to be his own audience, a 39 year old adolescent in some ways, a 65 year old cantankerous old man in others.
On Tuesdays, he’s a frisky co-ed named Sheila.
What is remarkable about [Stallion Cornell]is his mental inability to review my book in any adult manner.
As opposed to my physical inability? And haven’t we already established that? Am I a grown man? Really?
Drowned out and mesmerized by his own prejudices, bias, and outrageous perceptions of the world,
How is one simultaneously “drowned out” and “mesmerized?” Does it involve acupuncture?
And he forgot about my bigotry, predispositions, foregone conclusions, and blatant assessments of Planet Earth.
[Stallion Cornell] took what could have been an opportunity in reviewing my book as an objective analysis of what clearly exists within NBC-Universal/Sci-Fi Channel, and turned it into nothing more than the meanderings of a 39 year old teenager on his own personal blog.
Plus bowel jokes.