When Does Whitney Tilson's Hypocrisy And Ignorance Become Criminal?

Yes, my freaking eyes again. Back in February I questioned whether or not a chimp could write better than Whitney Tilson. I believe the answer was yes, a chimp can write better than Whitney Tilson, I also believe that an inanimate carbon rod could write better than Whitney.

As I became a teenager, I heard that there were several habits that would enable me to lose my sight. At the time there was no Internet and little did I know that reading Whitney Tilson, particularity is long winded, self centered, attention whorish posts on the Huffington Post would be one of the things that my eyes must be averted from. Or perhaps I will eventually lose my sanity reading Whitney, much in the way that Mr Spock lost his by staring at the Medusan Ambassador Kollos.

Whitney just recently wrote a manifesto, a treatise, a screed wondering if schools matter. Other than wondering if Whitney got the word count to the suggested 700-800 words, I couldn't read it. My attention span couldn't last the entire 1,478 words (Bravo for reducing my 1,000 words your post Whitney!). I mean reading his convoluted babbling harkened me back to 1986 after making one of my Bronx Runs with a friend and after lighting up and downing a dozen Twinkies trying to study (This reminds me, to the crew reading this at Condon's office, DeKalb Ave off of Gun Hill Rd. See Manny, he is the one wearing a lot of bling.). There was just no there there. Whitney, you are dull, boring and way to self-important.