Obsessive Blogging: A Cautionary Tale Of Width and Depth

As we watch the decline of Little Green Footballs, we realize the Diary Of Daedalus follows the same path by default. That doesn’t mean we are going to quit kicking a dead horse. As long as the Magical Jazzy Ponytail keeps posting teh stoopids, we’re gonna keep highlighting teh stoopids because it’s so easy and so much fun.

2002 CJs Ride 1

At the intersection of Vista del Sol and Camino del Encanto in Palos Verdes, California, a quiet seaside community with million dollar 1,400 sf. homes, awesome happened.

CJ 2002 cycling2-big

In 2000, a lone bicyclist turned left and rode downhill toward the shore. A stalker positioned at that exact intersection snapped at least two photos of our boy Charles Johnson. He was so proud of the pics that he posted them on LGF to proclaim to the world:
“I AM CHARLES, AND I AM A BICYCLIST!”

CJ THE GALATRON

“This photo is from a training ride in Palos Verdes; just starting to lean into the turn, pressing that outside foot down hard on the pedal. Oh, and don’t send me email telling me to wear a helmet; I never ride without my helmet now.”

So The Galatron set up a tripod to capture The Galatron’s awesome as The Galatron pressed that outside foot down hard, eh? Meh. We don’t really care about your sensitive flannel ego, Charles, but what we’d like to know is how, in 10 years and 40,000 posts later, you went from that to this:

ZOMBIE JOHNSON

Rock on, brah. We love ya man, and keep pressing that outside foot down hard.

[Images courtesy The BRC.]


The Ruse and Fail of Little Green Footballs: Part I – Overview

This is Part 1 of a multi-part monograph about a blog named Little Green Footballs and its founder Charles Foster Johnson. Although he will likely consider it a “hit-piece,” the intention is nothing of the sort. The purpose is merely to illustrate a microcosm of the blogosphere, the history and dynamics of a once-prominent blog and its founder, without judgment, prejudice, hyperbole, vitriol or snark. We’ve attempted to present an unbiased story based on factual evidence, citing sources when necessary.

Some of the following is by necessity purely anecdotal and/or speculative; however, objectivity is the goal. We don’t intend for this monograph to be a comprehensive summary of the history of Charles Johnson and Little Green Footballs, as it spans more than a decade. There’s just too much to cover in detail, so we’ve chosen to illustrate specific events – a general timeline with commentary.

This documentary was compiled over a span of months (indeed some of the referenced work goes back years) with the majority written prior to the untimely demise of Andrew Breitbart. Those sections where he is mentioned have not been rewritten to reflect his passing.

So with that out of the way, let’s take a curious trip down memory lane. –Ed.

Prologue
Part 1 – Overview
Part 2 – The Ascendance of Charles Johnson and LGF
Part 3 – The Bannings
Part 4 – The Flounces
Part 5 – The Turnaround
Part 6 – Current Events & The Future Of LGF

Bonus track: Revisiting Rathergate

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2001: A Space Flattitude

Looks like Charles had a rough week in 2001. First, someone stole his caps key, then this:
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BTW, the 1990s hep SoCal slur for peeps like Charles? He was a Fred.

A Fred was someone who jumped into any trendy popular activity, especially surfing or bicycling, bought all the stuff that the cool kids wore, and claimed to be something and someone he wasn’t. In other words, Charles Johnson was and is a Fred.

From Urban Dictionary:
Fred n. 1) a person who spends a lot of money on his bike and clothing, but still can’t ride, Poser.

Jes’ sayin’. Rock on, Fred.

[h/t The Boiler Room Crew]