Maybe an opportunity for creative criticism...?
The Register - 5 Stars
The Register occupies a place in the rarified atmosphere between the mediocre mundanity of journalism and the self-serving mendacity of un-mediated psychopathy where ideas - and even unquestioned truths - float in an aether of unfettered creativity doped with the fumes of a censer in which the oil of palms greased burns eternal.
An infinite number of monkeys, with an infinite number of typewriters, indulged by an infinite number of fawning spin-doctors and purveyors of revolutionary storage technologies, offering an infinite number of expensed lunches, would be hard pressed to assemble such a plausible aggregation of consecutive words - even with an infinite amount of time between Monday's 11am bleary-eyed walk of shame into the office and Friday's morning tea turned lunch turned afternoon tea turned screaming run from the law through the dawn-tinged streets of Dortmund.
What The Register is is less important than what it is not - for what it is not is so many things that they would fill a pedia'd wiki. The terrible things that The Register has not done will redeem the rum-steeped miscreants who adorn its pages, grace its offices, and huddle flatulently in its darkened doorways. With pride, they will indicate towards the nations unburned, the civilisations un-o'erthrown, and the despotic regimes unpropped and say "There, my child, is what I leave you. A world unsullied by my terrible potential.. And an article about how 'Cloud' is unmitigated marketing shite".
Truly the peoples of the glowing dawn of tomorrow will look back and thank The Register. Thank them as we should. Thank you, The Register, for being the kind of bollocks that doesn't plot to break me down into protein to feed the glowering elites. I shall always love you for that.