I'm pasting this text here just in case it somehow disappears from the VIP section of the portal...
A forum that doesn't require a quorum—now that's efficient. No endless waiting around for enough people to show up just to make a decision. Just straight to the point.
Anđelo Jurkas on the pointlessness of online forums and anonymous criticism— Let’s be real about this: most online discussion is a vacuum. People flock to Reddit to shout into the void, thinking their vitriol actually carries weight. It doesn't. Anonymous criticism is the lowest form of discourse—cowardly, unearned, and ultimately hollow. If you aren't willing to put your name behind an opinion, you aren't offering a perspective; you're just venting noise. It lacks substance. It lacks accountability. It's just people hiding behind avatars to feel powerful.
Who are these forum users? Are they just a bunch of anonymous cowards—individuals too terrified to stand by their own names or even their own shadows? Or are they the true moderators of public discourse, pioneers of a new era of communication? Perhaps it’s an anarcho-liberal setup—allowing anonymous types to bark from the sidelines because they lack the evolutionary grit to handle actual face-to-face interaction. Or maybe it’s purely democratic—giving every little nobody a megaphone since they’ve been shut out of mainstream institutions and are desperate to be heard. I wouldn't bet my life on any of those theories.
This is how it stands—the first American Reddit to implement modeling, conduct codes, and communication protocols under the watchful eye of moderators who exercise their own discretion and free will. It serves as either a VIP arena or a playground for various unlogged peasants, moralists, self-righteous busybodies, foolish weirdos, jerks, and most of all—____ (that word that rhymes).
Just as there isn't a single corner of the internet untouched by various web creatures and trolls, my own experience includes some highly entertaining moments—specifically when it comes to the calculated provocation of those overly sensitive Reddit users. It hasn't even been a year. JA is just my initials—not an ego trip. I’m writing this in the third person—acting as an active observer here. "Have you ever Been Expirienced," Jimi Hendrix once asked himself long ago, only to immediately answer, "weeeel, I have."
One on one.
Siniša vuk is allowed to be as chaotic as he wants—it’s part of the appeal. He functions like some kind of primal folk-metal icon, much like general Vasilj mit. Honestly, MNM is far more compelling when he pits Slim Shady against Eminem. It was just as gripping reading those Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde horror stories—all those endless variations on multiplying personalities within a single body. In Nomad, he has the freedom to invent characters like Fabijan PL. Tartaglia and toy with public opinion however he sees fit. For me, a specific part of my own life philosophy involves choosing an engaging, entertaining way to interact with the caricatures and oddities found on Reddit—using various online boards as testing grounds for anonymity.
He knew exactly how to provoke and seduce the mindless remnants of what passes for communication on various web forums—places that, for me, will remain nothing more than a temporary distraction until I can finally participate using my actual full name instead of these nicknames that act as a pathetic veil of anonymity. I used to adopt this same forum-style attitude only when a swarm of anonymous trolls would launch unconstructive attacks against my real-world actions and identity. It isn't fair, and it certainly isn't sportsmanlike on their part. So, why should I feel obligated to be polite to such uncivilized people? Civic decency? A "good upbringing"? Please. Give me a break.
If people actually used their real names, maybe we’d finally see some actual, open communication. But let’s be honest—it’s not even about being vulgar anymore. It’s more offensive to deal with this level of sheer arrogance and lack of class. Their cowardly, conspiratorial way of hiding behind crowds and random usernames is nothing short of unprofessional.
The experiment was a success—results are in—pure chaos.
I had a similar debate a while back with Matt Skugor—one of the programming directors over at KEXP—who, much like some others, couldn't tell the difference between a person's actual identity and their digital persona. He couldn't distinguish between an online entity like Disc Joker Anhell or some other Gremlin who dared to touch one of his electronic avatars. I’ve also had these clashes with Tony Kozul and various other figures in this medium—local bottom-feeders looking for attention and owners of what used to be respectable regional clubs (now just cheap imitations hosting glorified frat parties). Then there are the self-proclaimed promoters around here—pathetic caricatures who hide behind the guise of "working in music for the sake of music" just to fill the voids in their own egos. It's especially laughable because some of these half-baked pretenders actually believe they’re well-camouflaged behind their chosen pseudonyms. As if we don't know exactly who they are... honestly, they're just living in a delusion, lost in their own nonsense.
The formula and tactic are simple. Crush all those clumsy byproducts into an upright ORGAN—attack them with the most primitive form of communication, insult them until their stunted imaginations can't even fathom three centuries of evolutionary effort, weed them out one by one without exception, and position myself on a pantheon so untouchable that the guy ruling the show (ME, obviously) is barely visible at the ankles—roughly on the level of God.
All the fundamental challenges and postulates of psychology—every thesis and assumption regarding provocation—have been met. Naturally, I enjoyed the reactions. How they take offense, how they label me a lunatic, a savage, an idiot, or an egomaniac, showering me with similar epithets. It was all orchestrated by a mastermind following a blueprint of South Park characters, dear Eminem, Jackass, Monty Python, The Bad Seed, and every other deviation in humor ever conceived and branded as "dark." The only rule was that there were no taboos or sacred cows; so, how else to put theory into practice than by starting with oneself?
The result was clear and successful from my perspective, as I predicted the reactions of most of the offended parties well in advance.
Summa summarum, a grotesque of grotesques.
Simply put, I refuse to acknowledge or accept the fact that anyone presenting their work through any medium used to communicate with the world (music, journalism, literature, film, clubbing, management...) should allow some small-minded, chaotic, cowardly, and clumsy creatures—hidden behind various "clever" nicknames—to offer their "constructive criticism," insults, or lies regarding a subject or topic. They hide under the cloak of anonymity to act like total assholes and influence public opinion.
The truth is, I couldn't care less about people who define themselves negatively—whether personally or based on shallow, Lacanian conclusions drawn from second, third, or fifteenth-hand sources. However, I experience my own honesty and personal integrity regarding what I consider life passions (music, film, literature) with the same intensity Sharon Stone might have felt in grade school; therefore, I defend it with that same tenacity.
Fakingrockandroll, you’re missing the clenched fist and the five-pointed star to make it phonetically sound like partisan slogans. My dear colleague and editor, Ante, would once again promote wisdom, peering over his glasses and muttering, "How does that... seem to you?" And he would be right. However, adrenaline is a vicious ally when the adrenal gland is overproducing.
The reaction is the same whether it comes from a mass of wannabe intellectuals and barroom philosophers, or actual sociopaths and idiots—which is exactly what Reddit is teeming with. Just like any other medium.
I have successfully achieved the mission of contempt and dragging anger from Reddit users on any platform I’ve had the pleasure of dismantling by closing threads and insulting every single individual.
This remains the only way of communicating I am willing to practice as long as correspondence is conducted on the basis of META = attacking a person by name, regardless of whether it's the individual or their work, while the ATTACKER = an anonymous self-proclaimed "critic" who hasn't even come close to satisfying the basic logical premises required to hold such a "title/vocation/profession."
With that, the topic is closed and absorbed. The king is dead, long live the king. The wolf is full, the goat is gone. And what does any of this have to do with music, you ask? Well, dear readers, music is like love: it's everywhere. *[A final, loud burst of laughter echoes through the forum. He's the one who laughed last.]*
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