From our regular contributor, Fake Steve Gillmor
As the Russians battled into the heart of Berlin, Hitler decided to end it all. TechCrunch IT is no more. Killed by the hand of god before it could reach its full potential. A watergate sized travesty in a magic mushroom teacup.
Was it a failure to communicate with the IT community that hastened the Russians at the gate, or a bumbling mess of poor seques and historical anecdotes that became an atom bomb to the Japanese. Is it not a failure to communicate the failure to communicate the sites demise, instead simply redirecting it to gods kingdom alone?
What now for the mesh toast, the fluffy clouds and yapping dogs that can no longer find a home. Why isn't there a ASPCA for lost blogs from where they can find new homes. Why did Joni Mitchell die so young, and yet Tinny Tim live until 1996. O Grub Street! how do I bemoan thee, Whose graceless children scorn to own thee! Yet thou hast greater cause to be, Ashamed of them, than they of thee.
Death cancels everything but truth; and strips a man of everything but genius and virtue. It is a sort of natural canonization. It makes the meanest of us sacred—it installs the poet in his immortality, and lifts him to the skies.
Death or life or life or death. Farewell sweet TechCrunch IT, I love you still.
Editors note: since FSG posted this, TechCrunchIT has returned and is no longer redirecting to TechCrunch, however the last post date on the site is July 25. Still looks dead to me
Editors note 2: TechCrunchIT is now redirecting to TechCrunch again and the site has be scrubbed from the network list. Completely 100% dead.