Thank you, Bill Jackson, for writing so poorly
Bill Jackson is the worst columnist I've ever read in any publication. He is therefore the best thing that has ever happened to The Tech.
Bill is a consummate boor. His prose is gleefully obnoxious on occasion, but generally full of crap, embodying none of the wit and caustic heat-seeking temperament we have come to expect
in P. J. O'Rourke and used to expect in Hunter S. Thompson. Jackson is a failed gonzo scribe, trying so hard to emulate the stone-crazed mythical figures
of American journalism that he ends up sounding like a two-bit shyster, a young Andy Rooney with a Penthouse subscription.
But he has guts. He is not afraid to be completely, often ridiculously, wrongheaded and stupid. This puts him far above the host of other Tech writers, especially the arts reviewers,
who are afraid of their own bodily functions. I'd lay odds that the reviewing staff are naught
but a few algorithms running loose in one of Marvin Minsky's contraptions.
God bless you, Bill. You are the last breathing, farting, human writer at The Tech. You are our only hope.
Greg Teran '92->