Charles Foster Johnson, UberMensch of the Internet, has provided us with much fodder for mockery for a long time now, and now the question is: Where do we go from here?
Do we continue to tear apart his Twitter feed one post at a time? Do we mock his Magical Jazzy Ponytail until it calcifies and breaks off into a punchbowl and poisons toddlers in Inglewood? Do we walk away from the Culver City Big Boy forever and become a recipe blog?
Nah. As long as we’re around, Charles will be arounder. We’re all about making mirth of his girth, his lack of mental depth, and his apparent ignorance of his own shortcomings as he touts his own version of reality. Rock on me bloogs.