Charles Johnson’s Little Green Footballs Has Been Reduced From Posting Important Current Events and Breaking News to Music Vids and Links to Comics Who Think They Are The Reincarnation of Lenny Bruce When They’ve Never Heard Of Either Lenny Bruce Or Charles Johnson.Posted: May 17, 2018
Charles Johnson’s Little Green Footballs blog is fading, and it’s fading in non-spectacular fashion. When was the last time he bragged about his “open sign-up” stats? You remember the “Door Is Open – Door Is Closed” taunting? When was the last time he posted something original, with links to prove it? Never. When was the last time Charles Johnson posted an honest-to-god current photo of himself while screeching at others for hiding behind avatars? Yeah, we heard your song long ago, Charles.
Everyone in the Blogosphere knows the answer to that one, and everyone in the Blogosphere doesn’t give a Johnson.
Truth is, Charles Johnson hooked up with Neil Rauhauser, inventor of the Bean Dogs, automated bots created to attack right-wingers by swarming Twitter feeds. Andrew Breitbart didn’t create or promote any of it, but he exposed the practice, as did Mandy Nagy. Neither Breitbart nor Nagy “pioneered this method,” but Charles Johnson promoted it and participated in it by his own admission. (Those admissions can be found under his previous Twitter moniker “@lizardoid” but the content was swept clean long ago.)
Breitbart can’t defend himself because he’s dead, and Mandy Nagy is incapacitated due to a massive stroke she suffered years ago.
Charles, you’re a lying coward.
[This post by the legendary ChenZhen has been sitting silent in the bottom of the DoD drafts folder for years for unknown reasons, but since it’s the 6th Anniversary of Charles Johnson’s Johnson TwitterFail, we might as well turn it loose. –Briareus]
In light of Johnson’s recent, um, friskiness in the Twitterverse, and the fact that we kinda skipped the DoD awards ceremony this year, I’m going to go ahead and declare what would have been the winner anyway.
To be fair (not that we need to be), the tweet came during Johnson’s hilariously desperate attempts to defend and excuse Rep. Weiner while he was dealing with the bombshell that Breitbart delivered (in retrospect, perhaps we can assume that the fact that it was AB played a factor in the intensity of CJ’s efforts).
Frustrated, and convinced that he was fighting the good fight, he even added the trending hashtag to ensure that as many netizens outside his swamp saw this as possible:
After so many years of being ignored, the Culver City Blimp is a splash at Twitter. Of course, it’s not the same as getting a daily shame post at Twitchy, but with the guilty plea of America’s second-favorite pervert (after all, who can to BJ and the Blue Dress?), Alex Griswold has resurrected one of our Favorite Fatman’s classic got-it-wrong posts from his glorious days of yesteryear.
If you want to see Alex’s tweet and the Chevy’s-worthy fajita’ing of the man who blocks everyone that can expose him, click here: https://twitter.com/HashtagGriswold/status/865615146550538241
One can only imagine Chubby Cheeks went berserk with the Google ping. Notice also his slathering minions came nowhere near this tweet to defend him.
There he goes again, fighting a dead man.
Andrew Breitbart enhanced Charles Johnson’s blogging career by introducing him to the players who in turn promoted Little Green Footballs and escorted Johnson into the Big Tent with fanfare. Instead of walking away with dignity, Charles chose the path of the pissant. Not only did he shun his former mentors, he turned on them, created and promoted lies, reposted invented unsubstantiated claims, and astroturfed his benefactors. Then, like a true coward, he still plays the victim when others call him on his own hypocrisy.
On 13 September 2016, Charles tried once again to erase his own history of astroturfing, but let’s roll back the clock to 18 September 2009.
Seven years ago today The Flying Monkeys of Charles Johnson’s Little Green Footballs began an astroturf campaign against HotAir. With no evidence to back up Johnson’s accusation that HotAir was a racist website, LGF operative Killgore Trout paid them a visit while the moderators were asleep and provided the “evidence” himself by posting offensive racial comments and daring the moderators to delete them… beginning at 12:34AM and running to 2:01AM. You can read the full diatribe here, but here’s a snippet:
Killgore’s Midnight Run set a precedent for Little Green Footballs that was recognized throughout the political blogosphere, and the running joke was that if racist comments showed up on someone’s website it was due to Charles Johnson and Little Green Footballs.
Charles Johnson continuously accused Breitbart and others of not policing comments on their websites. Little Green Footballs typically garnered a couple of hundred comments, and Charles employed volunteer “Monitor Lizards” to do it for him. Breitbart’s “Big Journalism” had well over ten times the number of comments per post than Little Green Footballs, so it was impractical to expend the effort to review and/or edit all of them.
And Johnson’s astroturfing didn’t stop there.
Johnson holds the 2 of Clubs and four Post-It Notes, then claims he has 5 of a kind. The first liar never has a chance, Charles.
Almost Everything Charles Johnson Ever Posted About Andrew Breitbart From Behind His Little Green Encrusted Iron Curtain Is A Load Of Crap.Posted: March 23, 2015
Charles Johnson is a unrepentant petulant pissant liar, currently whining on Twitter about how a dead man abused him. In fact, the late Andrew Breitbart was one of Chuck’s mentors, introduced him to the movers and shakers of rightwing internet media, and helped Johnson promote Little Green Footballs.
So then something happened. Johnson reversed course, and instead of leaving his previous persona behind and quietly walking away, he decided to attack those same people who helped him out, like Andrew Breitbart, Roger Simon, Pamela Geller, Robert Spencer, Zombie, Fjordman, RS McCain, and others, in order to prove something. What that something was is still unknown.
A Hearty Welcome to all BlogMockers, Stalkers, TwitterWarriors, Chuckleophiles, Current & Former Lizards and Esteemed Fellows of The Diary of Daedalus! Grab a brew and a big bowl of Cheetos’ cause it’s time for
The Annual LGF Awards!
Pickin’s were slim for Stupor Bowl 2014. Charles Johnson’s website Little Green Footballs has become a homogenous mix of like-minded vaporbrains, answering the right questions with the wrong answers while patting their fuzzy pockmarked behinds with congratulatory updings. This year’s Award Nominees and Poll Results turned up some surprises, so without further adieu, here are the recipients of The 2014 LGF Awards.
Previous winners of The Buzzsaw Award for intrepid flounce-worthy snarkage were:
2013 – Killgore Trout
2012 – Rightwing_2 aka MF Horn
2011 – No Awards. Fire in the Boiler Room
2010 – Cato “Do It Now” The Elder
The 2014 Buzzsaw Award is hereby presented to Killgore Trout.
Killgore Trout (Recipient of the 2013 Buzzsaw Award) received a whopping 52% of the vote this time around. He’s best known for his dishonest astroturfing of right wing websites in order to gain favor with Charles Johnson, and it worked for a while. Killgore lost his crown due to LGF hive attacks (orchestrated by Iceweasel & Jimmah), his penchant for non-conformity and general contrarian positions on LGF, and especially for his unwavering support for the State of Israel.
THE IRISH ROSE
Previous winners of The Irish Rose Award for salivating suckage:
2013 – Gus_802
2012 – Dark Falcon
2011 – No Awards. Fire in the Boiler Room
2010 – Dark Falcon
The 2014 Irish Rose Award is hereby presented to Stabby
The Irish Rose is not one that most recipients cherish. It acknowledges drooling unrequited love and adulation of Charles Foster Johnson and is reserved for those sycophantic little lizard lappers who remain in good standing at Little Green Footballs by stroking the Big Green Donkey Charles. Many assumed that El Gusano would win again this year, but it wasn’t in the cards for the Argentinian anti-American pro-jihad Johnson-catching Jew hater.
To his credit, Stabby had the cojones (unlike other LGF patrons like Gus_802 or Dark Falcon) to venture past the confines of The Swamp and opine at Diary of Daedalus, and therefore deserves the Award. (We’ve hosed off and disinfected Gus’ stained and encrusted throne, so shut up and have a seat.)
No one ever doubts who’s going to win The Johnson Award because there are so few 60+ year old guitarist bloggers with magical jazzy ponytails who qualify.
Here’s the vote breakdown. G’head. Click it, Charles.
2013 – Robert Stacy McCain
2012 – Andrew Breitbart (awarded posthumously)
Of all the LGF Awards, this one is perhaps the most auspicious (Charles pronounces the word “ouse-picky-use”) because it involves those who smack down The Corpulent Blogger with intelligence, logic, clever wit and humor.
Nick Searcy [@YesNickSearcy] won with 32% of the vote for his concise and effortless Twitter smackdowns of Charles [@Green_Footballs] Johnson’s kikmidog-style of ankle biting, and demonstrated the heart, soul, snark and wit required of all recipients of This Award. Therefore
Without disparaging Mr. Searcy’s entertaining and invaluable contributions, he never endured the vile barrage that Charles Johnson and his Little Green Flying Monkeys unleashed on Mandy [@Liberty_Chick] Nagy. While coping with Lupus Disease, Mandy suffered a massive stroke last fall, leaving her seriously crippled, both physically and mentally, and Charles Foster Johnson sent NO condolences.
Honorable Mention: Mandy Nagy
Kudos to all who participated in This Poll, and thanks also to The Corpulent One, whose hyperbolic bloviation and juvenile attention-whoring idiocy has provided us so much inane entertainment over the years.
Charles, PLEASE keep up the stupid. Were it not for your massive ego, your unjustified backstabbing of benefactors and supporters, and your dearth of coherent logic, we wouldn’t be sitting behind you at the Matinee kicking your chair, spitting Milk Duds down your shirt collar and betting on how many wet jujubes your magical jazzy ponytail can hold before they start dropping into your plumber’s crack. Thank you, Charles.