Well, we can go on for a while about whether Steve Jobs was a “smart” man or a “stupid” man for spending so much time dicking around with alternative medicine in the first year after his cancer diagnosis, how people we would generally describe as “smart” can still do “stupid” things in particular, or whether it even makes sense to use broad adjectives like “smart” and “stupid” in an all-or-nothing manner when talking about the sum total of a person’s identity, but surely we can all agree that this is a stupid essay, all told. I would excerpt parts of it, but it’s so wild and scattershot that you really have to just read it all.

CliffsNotes version: if you’ve never been faced with a life-threatening illness you have NO RIGHT to judge what anyone else does when faced with a hard choice about treatment and anyway you’re probably a Republican who hates poor people and wants to outlaw abortion too and Jobs was a Zen Buddhist which is a hell of a lot better than being a Bible-thumper, yeah I know I was just ranting about being judgmental but pfft that was like so many paragraphs ago so whatevs, anyway Zen is what made him great just like rasta made Bob Marley great so we have to accept the good with the bad, Q to tha E to tha muthafuckin’ D – non-sequitur? what non-sequitur? – and if you still say Jobs acted stupidly in postponing treatment, well then you’re a CATHOLIC too, and you think God has dominion over your life, dont’cha? Huh? Huh? Dont’cha? Catholicsezwhat HA GOTCHA, NOW, LIKE I WAS SAYING, just cuz Jobs himself came to feel that he had made a stupid mistake doesn’t mean anything cuz he was large he contained multitudes and now let’s take this baby offroad cuz I’m going to rant about Facebook and private parts and itchy noses and how just cuz Jobs was one of the most famous people in the world and a cult hero to unbelieveably annoying fanboys and fangirls and the subject of a new biography that everyone is wanking about DOESN’T MEAN that we have any right to invade his postmortem privacy by having an opinion on how he handled his illness and GAAAH here we go now I’m really gonna blast off Sarah Palin OWS pot-smoking witchfinder looking under the bed for hippies to punch Big Pharma ack glurg huff puff wheeze gaaaahhhhhh…

Damn, dude. Maybe try some, uh, kava or something. I hear that helps mellow you out.