Mackey proves that a self-serving dick by any other name is still a self-serving dick.

(And really, did anyone ever really believe the CEO of a national corporation is morally or mentally superior to other CEOs because he hocks organic baby carrots?)

I’d forgotten that Mackey was once the world’s second-worst sock-puppet! (after the guy whose sock was linked directly back to his identity at that stagnant Effluents or whatever that lurid thing is. Who was that again? I forget.)

Also, I was discomfited by this sentence from the once exalted New Yorker:

He can’t help but speak his mind, out of which spring confounding ideas and conventionally irreconcilable contradictions.

Yeesh, Mrs. P, the New Yorker has sadly declined. Not so with the Effluents, or whatever that pustule-ridden thing is, since it began life at rock bottom.

Truly, Betty, ideas aren’t half so confounding as modifiers.  I always try to drop crumbs, so I can find my way back to my verb.

As for Mackey, did he not get through Atlas Yawned? He’s supposed to go GALT, not ALT!

Sorry, but I can’t read ten pages of this shit.

I have, however, read enough to know that Mackey is just another stupid fuck who thinks the fact that he started a successful company and made a lot of money validates every personal quirk, moral weakness, intellectual cop-out and self-serving rationalization that went along for the ride.

Oh, and I just can’t let this slide:

A year ago, Mackey came across a book called “The Engine 2 Diet,” by an Austin, Texas, firefighter and former professional triathlete named Rip Esselstyn.

That was after he read diet books by the following authors:

Slab Bulkhead
Fridge Largemeat
Punt Speedchunk
Butch Deadlift
Bold Bigflank
Splint Chesthair
Flint Ironstag
Bolt Vanderhuge
Thick McRunfast
Blast Hardcheese
Buff Drinklots
Trunk Slamchest
Fist Rockbone
Stump Beefgnaw
Smash Lampjaw
Punch Rockgroin
Buck Plankchest
Stump Chunkman
Dirk Hardpeck
Slate Slabrock
Crud Bonemeal
Brick Hardmeat
Punch Sideiron
Gristle McThornBody
Slake Fistcrunch
Buff Hardback
Blast Thickneck
Crunch Buttsteak
Slab Squatthrust
Lump Beefrock
Touch Rustrod
Reef Blastbody
Big McLargeHuge

Honestly, I’m glad the guy’s gone public as a Paultard or whatever it is he’s supposed to be—“not eating crap exclusively” should never have become a liberal elite signifier in the first place (lattes, on the other hand, needed to be ghettoized by any means necessary). Maybe now wingers’ll realize that eschewing leafy greens is not, in fact, one more way to stick it to Dumb-o-craps.

And if that moronic fucking “boycott” acheived nothing else, at least it gave doctrinaire lefties a chance to practice their impotent flailing in a smaller venue before they brought it to Broadway.

The fallout from the WSJ piece definitely helped shareholders push Mackey out as board chair.  Ron Burkle hates this ‘tard. He aims to land a seat on the board and, I am sure, proceed to get all up in Mackey’s shit by remaking Whole Foods into a recession-proof money-maker like most grocery stores ought to be (read: cheap corn byproducts). Every time Mackey opens up that attention-whoring hole of his, he unwittingly helps Burkle do to him what he did to CEOs at Wild oats, A&P, etc.

When juxtaposed next to a fat douche like Ron Burkle, YOU come out looking like the middle-aged petulant narcissist with hero-complex - really - it’s time to off yourself.