Oliver Willis‘s small but rabid fanbase was stunned and disappointed when it was announced today by Progg Studios that they had decided not to continue production of the long-anticipated “The Truth” vlog. “The idea of giving Oliver a show was a good one, I still think,” said Bob Hawkins, Progg Studios new media manager. “He’s got a kind of disarming goofiness about his video presence, and there would have been a lot of snack-food product placement opportunities. The trouble was really with the initial conception of the show, as one that had something to do with the truth. Oliver did a 14 second teaser trailer a couple of months ago, and then got a bit stuck. I’m convinced that, although it was rather repetitive, everything he said was 100% factual. I think the stress of constantly trying to find truthful things to say stymied his creativity, and then he panicked and just made stuff up. It really showed in the first feature.”
Though studio insiders were reluctant to share details, they did admit that the project was bedeviled by other difficulties from the start. Disney studio lawyers objected to what they mistakenly believed was copyright infringement. The charges were withdrawn when it was determined that it was a misunderstanding, but team morale suffered.
The first full-length vlog received low ratings on YouTube. A couple of commenters cited their having been “afraid I’d be eaten” as having been part of the reason they felt put off. Mr Willis pooh-poohed that suggestion, stating that in point of fact they obviously hated people with brown skin, then launched into a screed that this reporter was only partly able to record, as he found it necessary to place the handset on the desk.
For the record, this reporter admits to fearing hippopotomi, because of their brown skin.
Number one, your better judgement shoud have prevailed, and you should have realized that one should never link to the Mightee Manatee, Ollie “You racist freepers!” Willis.
Secondly, I forgot my original reason for making this my first reply to a PW post.
Whatever reefer-addled point I was going to make (If I was going to make one at all), one may be sure that it would have made reference to Ollie being fat, or incomprehensibly stupid, or some subtle marriage of fatness and incomprehensibility.
Either way, I would not have been kind to Ollie-Wollie. That’s why he’s called “The Left’s Dumbest Blogger”.
Er…
I guess that should read “…some subtle marriage of fatness and incomprehensible stupidity…”
But what do I know? My own stupidity is only barely comprehensible.
Who’s the long-nosed skinny guy dancing with Ollie?
He’s like kryptonite to video.
Darth, you make a nice addition here.
Harry Reid
You have got to be shitting me, Pyle! There’s nothing subtle about the collision of fat and stupidity that is Oliver Willis.
Now give me twenty, scumbag!
tw: basic99. What’re the odds?
As a comic book fan, the bit that always amused me about the phrase “like kryptonite to stupid” is that kryptonite has no effect on people from Earth whatever. I mean, it’s sort of like saying, “I can’t convince humans of anything.”
Not that I’m disagreeing, of course, but it’s amusing he admits it.