What a miserable bunch they are at the
Guardian. Although the sound of barrel-scraping can be pleasant to outside ears, imagine working there.
The only certainty is that we’ll be asking ourselves questions for a very long time. Set aside for a moment Vote Leave’s lies, dodgy funding, Russian involvement or the toothless Electoral Commission. Consider instead the magic dust. How did a matter of such momentous constitutional, economic and cultural consequence come to be settled by a first-past-the-post vote and not by a super-majority?
No - I can't imagine working there.
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Like all those lefties who infest farcebox, they're pathetic
Because the Guardian are now largely online rather than print, it is possible for large numbers of inadequates to congregate there as readers and journalists. It's like how steam train enthusiasts and bird watchers firm online communities If you were called names and bullied at school because you are black; if you have been knocked about by your brute of a boyfriend; if you had it tough because your mining village didn't appreciate your homosexuality; or if you think your life will get better when a doctor cuts your dick off - where are you going to go for mutual commiseration?
Jannie - I don't bother with it and from what I hear I'm not missing much.
Sam - good point, it seems to be a feature of the online world. I sometimes wonder if this kind of self-selecting online community will eventually lose the cachet of its historical association with a mainstream newspaper.
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