This about sums it up. My own sense of Gawker is that a small portion of it is exceedingly good writing of inarguable value (much of it comes from Hamilton Nolan, with whose perspective I don’t always agree but who often covers issues of real gravity with great technical skill), much of it is good writing on subjects of ambiguous value (which is at least entertaining), and the majority of it is stone-cold rubbish.

As for the Albert Burneko piece linked above, he’s one of a stable of great writers (truly, Burneko would not have been out of place during the heyday of KSK; he’s at least as funny as Drew on a decent day) that it looks like Craggs brought in, and for that, we have cause to be grateful. I get that Burneko is grieving for the departure of someone who means an enormous amount to him personally. But you’re essentially right – this is parochial histrionics at its worst. Even people whose opinions I have found useful in the past appear to have taken utter leave of their goddamn senses as they weigh in on this. It’s a vortex of idiocy that sucks everything in its orbit toward some ultra-dense core of utter stupidity. Jesus Fuck, is my point.

Strong pull on The Secret History.