Website review: Who Writes This Crap & Home
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•1 reviews since Nov 1, 2007
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Thamus discovered 8 months ago- Who writes this crap? This delightful British site is a rogue's gallery of everyday writing. It could be an anodyne anecdote on a breakfast cereal box or a pretentious restaurant menu. It might be a disturbingly illiterate newspaper ad, [right], or a letter from officialdom's Ministry of Kafka that is so tangled in jargon you can't be sure if you've been evicted or have won the state lottery. Whatever - this site puts it online for all the world to marvel at and cry out, "Author! Author! Off with his head!" Quote: "This stuff - this useless, drab, disposable stuff - is the poetry of the modern world. It's our shared heritage and our collective guilty secret. Why should we filter out every piece of spam that lands in our inbox? Why should we bin every flyer? We need to get this stuff out in the open. Let's hoard it. Let's celebrate it. Let's tear it apart." Take this genuinely cretinous ad here for an acne "cure." As the WhoWritesThisCrap site point out with glee: Quote: "Saddest of all is the refund offer at the bottom of the ad. Just imagine - in a fit of desperation, you order these pills. Then, for the next 6 to 8 weeks, you wait by the letterbox, and finally, they arrive. You grab them from the postman's hand, neck a dozen of them, and wait. And they don't work. You take some more. Still nothing. So there you are, weeks later, sitting on the toilet for hour after lonely hour, in agony with severe abdominal cramps, still covered in unsightly pus-filled boils, clutching a crumpled fifty dollar bill." And in your misery, all you can wonder is - "Who wrote this crap?"
