Meanwhile, Charles Johnson is sputtering about Charles Johnson.
Charles is sure making a dent in something.
Gitcha gris gris gumbo yaya, Charles.
Not certain, but I think that’s ChenZhen in the blue robe, ISTE and Opilio are in the middle, and (the late} Nil Stooge is on the right. I was manning the BRC pumps that day. Fun times.
Cesca gets it wrong, Johnson parrots it, demotes him to LGF “Affiliate” status & the Little Green Mental Cases chime in.Posted: December 19, 2017
Soon to be accused pedophile, racist, sexist & anti-Semite Nazi, 64 year old Charles Johnson posts photos of young boys, scantily clad girls, and little else of intellectual value on his once popular blog Little Green Footballs.Posted: December 10, 2017
[Screencap courtesy Glenn Greenwald.]
I took a stroll over to The Mothership this afternoon and found that she was down for unknown reasons. Thinking that my FireFox bookmarks might be corrupted due to the recent upgrade, I googled The Blogmocracy and clicked that link. No dice.
Instead I found an amusing blast from the past by Robert Stacy McCain in 2012. Down in the comments, “Jacobus” posted a link to this:
The last phrase in that self-description says a lot.
So 33-year-old Magical Jazzy played with Chicago in 1986? News to me, so I searched the BRC Archives. He never once mentioned the band, and he’s not listed anywhere in their lineups. Go figger.
A short history is in order. By 2007, Charles Johnson was already preparing for his infamous hairpin turn to the left, and the signs were there. Some spotted the clues, others didn’t. For those who did and mentioned it, Johnson threatened his LGF members/critics with the phrase:
“If you don’t like it, start your own website.”
Many in the gated community called Little Green Footballs recognized what was coming down and decided to take the suggestion. LGF 2.0 made its debut in 2007.
Current and former “lizards” showed up at this experimental site, and it became popular for those who would rather post and discuss current events without Johnson’s ban stick hanging over their heads, without interference and dogpile tactics, his threats of censorship, and without his manipulation/editing of commenters’ posts.
Johnsons’ reaction was typical. He referred to this new website as “The Stalkers” and often claimed that the site was infested with viruses (with no evidence at all – it was a WordPress site) in order to discourage his followers from reading criticism. LGF 2.0 operated in similar fashion to LGF, but without the squelch, and posters enjoyed mocking Charles Johnson from beyond his reach. This inflamed the vindictive blogger, and Johnson made a move that was noticed by LGF 2.0: he filed for trademark protection with the U.S. Patent & Trademark Office, presumably to protect his “brand” and to shut down his critics on LGF 2.0.
During the process, Johnson probably learned that you can’t trademark initials, but several hundred dollars and approximately eight months later, he was granted a trademark for the name “Little Green Footballs.”
Meanwhile, he’d flashed his cards enough times that LGF 2.0 morphed into The Blogmocracy.
So what’s the point of all this? Aside from the USPTO, two people knew about this. One was Charles Johnson. The other? Internet Septic Tank Engineer, aka BRC Engineer No. 1.
On 21 October 2016, the U.S. Patent & Trademark Office declared Little Green Footballs DEAD.
Here’s a blow up of the screen cap with little red boxes added for emphasis.
What’s coming next? I don’t know, Babs, but I do know this. Charles Johnson needs to pony up some more clams before someone in Pyongyang scoops up Little Green Footballs and starts charging him royalty fees.
Or he can wait and see…
Took a quick wade through The Swamp this afternoon, and there’s no “traditional July 4th open thread,” so let’s set The WayBack Machine to the Year of Our Lord 2011 and see what Our Hero was talking about.
Who’s up for some BBQ?
Marinate it overnight, then slather it in Barbie Sauce and throw it on the grill. Better yet, get someone else to cook it up for you, Charles, because you don’t barbecue fish.