Bill Cooke hasn't been this unhinged at the New Times since my boss photographed a mannequin wardrobe malfunction.
The self-styled media watchdog behind blog Random Pixels and Loose Thoughts calls my feature on Jonathan "Ynot" Corso -- the prolific graffiti artist killed in late July -- a "glorifying [of] criminal activity". Through some complicated math and a folksy anecdote about Mom telling you not to Crayon your walls, Bill implicates me as an accessory to vandalism:
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What happened to the other 5%?
About half of them grew up and became "graffiti artists." Criminals, who cost governments nationwide about $15 billion yearly to clean up their "artwork." In some neighborhoods, graffiti lowers property values.
And the other half of that 5%, got jobs at various newspapers and now write stories that glamorize this criminal behavior. They are accomplices to criminal activity.
I pointed out on Bill's post that when he angrily called me up to get some kind of an explanation, he admitted upon pressing that he hadn't "read the whole thing yet". Bill then wrote back to say that "After I hung up, I read it through. Twice."
Sorry Bill, but you don't read a 5,000-word feature twice unless you secretly like it.
So maybe you'll want to support a trust fund for Ynot's infant son Maximillian -- set up by those "scumbags" in his graffiti crew, MSG Cartel -- by buying a custom-made t-shirt featuring his tag. Just go to their website -- which we gave a Best Of Miami award to in 2009; commence further outrage -- and click on the white "Y!" at the top of the page, or go to Ynot's own tribute page, Ynotlives.com, and buy the shirts there.