Son of fake
Take a close look.
Where’s George Winston when you need him? Obvious partisan ramifications aside, I took this article not as an example of social fraud, but as a treatise on the nature of online ‘power’. As a species, we have an uneasy relationship with the notion at best; at worst we abuse it horrifically. But this is an example of sheer, cliquish pettiness of the sort that would shame junior high late bloomers.
Now that it’s come forward that digg has moderation issues that greatly affect its ability to demonstrate the genuine popularity of the content it links to, its value as a tool to its users is greatly diminished and it will either wind up wholly pwned and marginalized by individuals who wish to manipulate it or it will greatly expand its moderation efforts and make it difficult to even post content.
But in this specific example, we’re dealing with individuals rehearsing the acceptance speech for their Darwin Award at the same time that they’re revealing their sinister plot through PMs. This is the category of human place holder the expression “get a life” was minted for. Do any of them strike you as the sort of person you’d strike up a chummy, online relationship with?