Honestly, I can’t predict the “JOOOOO!!!!”-yness of the comments this week…
I took to calling Cracked.com “McSweeney’s for non-douchebags” and, eventually (…) “the paper of record.”
Bizarrely, my factory-installed Roman Catholic Anti-Enjoyment Alarm—the one that whispers, “We’re having WAY too much fun for this to continue”—went off only once, and briefly, during a still-murky short-lived change in ownership. I hit the snooze button.
Until earlier this year, when I started detecting the unmistakable odor of social justice worker-ry wafting off Cracked.com. Labored, unfunny, finger-wagging screeds about Confederate flags (boo!) and gay “marriage” (yay!) began popping up. Old classics got face-lifted (note the removal of “retarded” from this headline…). Other fans noticed too.
Then, over the weekend, someone I’d turned on to Cracked.com sent word of an outright fan revolt…
