Gladwell, You Ignorant Slut

Malcolm Gladwell caused one of those chasms in the internet to open a few months ago when he wrote a piece suggesting "the revolution will not be Tweeted."

I took it to task back then here.

My main point was that the BEST tools of the day ARE preferred by those that need them most.

"Social media, or the weak networks did not take it down, it was the media being used and the technology.Do you not think that MLK Jr. wouldn't have wanted a Blackberry with all his closest allies emails and phone numbers on it to get them somewhere fast?"

Many better responses are probably below, but I want you to see his reaction to Egypt here.
His story is now one of "who cares how the message is out, the message is the important thing."

"People with a grievance will always find ways to communicate with each other. How they choose to do it is less interesting, in the end, than why they were driven to do it in the first place."
Read more http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/newsdesk/2011/02/does-egypt-need-twitter.html#ixzz1Cxadmn1f

Wow. Others have said it, but how do you ignore the method after a country shuts down most modern communication methods? I said it before and it still applies:

"This is weak. Comparing a system of tools, to the actual REVOLUTION itself, is patently unfair."

Malcom Gladwell, you, sir, are an idiot.

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