As readily as comedic genius flows from these fingertips, there are still occasional hiccups in the editorial process that lead to rejection. Yes, its true, as unbelievable as it is, sometimes the editors here do turn me down, and no amount of retributive arson can change that. Now were going to take a little walk through some of the many reasons those articles have been rejected, and maybe along the way I can help some other aspiring Cracked writers out there, simple people with humble natures who want nothing more than the realization of a modest dream: To be worshipped by hordes of nubile, barely-legal nerd-women via the internet simply for their massive arsenal of synonyms for penis.
Reason #1 Factual Inaccuracies
This was a top-ranking google image search result for "factual inaccuracies." We will roll with that.
Sometimes an interesting news story comes along that demands commentary but, alas, doesnt offer enough material for an actual article. This is when were supposed to do a bizarre ritual they refer to as re-search.
(Theres no hyphen in research, Robert. Perhaps you should research the word research before writing about research practices. Ed.)
Now personally, I believe thats a kind of cheating. Sure, I could go out there and learn facts from other, lesser writers who cover things that just happen to be true, but I am often too busy doing substantially more awesome things with my time than verifying articles. Right now, for instance, Im sure that dickhead Ed had something snide to say about my uncertainty regarding the spelling of the word re-searching, but I can't hear him as Im currently racing a motorcycle through the narrow alleyways of Southern Rome in an attempt to catch a sexy but elusive young lady clad entirely in red leather--the soft Italian sun glinting from her curves as she power-slides through the labyrinthine corridors. I'm supposed to stop that to do something as pedestrian as bust out a thesaurus?
(You mean dictionary. Ed)[I MEAN FUCK YOU, ED! -Robert]
This was also a top-ranking google image search result. Because nothing says Prince like "factual inaccuracies!"
I think the editorial staff should just be grateful that Im even writing this, dictating it, as I am, to the terrified pedestrians that I am speeding past, and just trusting in my irresistible personal charisma to implore them to record it for me. Heres one proposal that was rejected for a few slight inaccuracies:
Wesley snipes was recently quoted as stating that he wants to de-virginize himself on the Nintendo Wii. I propose an in-depth look into the sordid sex lives of other black action stars, and the depraved acts they want to commit with video games.
"More like 'Wii gonna get raped,' know what I'm sayin?"Sample Entries
#4: Mario Van Peebles wants to rub one out on a Gameboy, but has thus far been rejected.
#3: Ice T once had a threesome with a Jaguar and a 3D0 in 1996, when they were both still totally hot.
#2: Tyrese Gibson went down on an XBOX in a public bathroom.
#1: Ice cube fucked a Genesis (up the ass).
"See this, Nintendo? This is called praying. You should start. Soon, baby."Editorial Feedback:
This is a funny concept, Robert, but I couldnt find any mention of these things actually happening... anywhere. I dont mean to impugn your research. Im sure you have some credible sources that youve pulled these entries from, what are they? -Ed
Noble and Gentle Ed,
Im sure youre well aware that a professionals journalistic sources enjoy full confidentiality, and I am a professional, sir. I would not reveal my sources to you any more readily than I would reveal my balls to your mother at your annual family reunion. If you would not like to see the latter carried out, I suggest you desist in the requesting that I do the former.
Do you understand what Im saying here, Ed? Im saying I will molest your family if you ask literally anything from me ever again. I AM A MAN.
Reason #2 Slander and Libel
Often we comedy writers toe the line between the innocuous satire and her cousin amiable parody, and the infamous slander and her whorish neice libel. For some reason, public sensibility will allow me to imply that Abraham Lincoln was both secretly gay and also an evil alien, but as soon as I write that current celebrities like, say, The Jonas Brothers, raped an entire middle school in Utah and paid the police to keep it quiet, all of a sudden thats stepping over a line.
Slander: When whispered things shock sexy girls in glasses.
Id love to go a little more in-depth as to what, exactly, constitutes slander and libel, but it seems the sexy thief I'm chasing has run into a dead end, and is turning to engage me in a fist-fight. The distant static of crashing waves tells me we are near the harbor. A single gull cries out, and is silent. We await each others next move in tense stillness. I take this opportunity to scribble down the following example on a 1000 Lira note which I hand to a frightened boy.
RUN TO CRACKED! I yell at the quickly fading figure.
ADDIO! ADDIO! He replies. Man, just like an Italian to talk about shoes when theres fighting to be done.
(Two things, Robert: Addio, means farewell in Italian; youre thinking of Adidas. Second, the Italians have actually converted to the Euro now. Im enjoying the narrative, but perhaps you should change these things to better preserve the realism? Ed)[Oooh! My name is Ed, and Im super gay for italics. Suck it sideways. Robert]Pitch:Title: Eight Reasons Why the Republican Party Invented Syphilis
Sample Entry: Everybody knows that Republicans eat babies, but what you might not know is that they flavor these infantile delicacies with the sweet, tangy taste of Syphilis, a horrible disease which they had invented solely to season their mewling toddler meals. In 1476, the fledgling Republican Party had just dispelled the kindly god Paladine, and found they needed a new way to contaminate the world with evil to please their dark and immortal master, The Goddess of Tears Takhisis.
Listen, if Magic: The Gathering says that Republicans are vampires, then Republicans are fucking vampires, okay?Editorial Feedback:
Look, we all appreciate what youre trying do here, Robert, and as much as we here at Cracked support and advance the socialist agenda, I just dont think you actually understand what a Republican is. I believe you are somehow confusing American politics with the plot of the Dragonlance series, and this could upset some people. Maybe if we framed it better, something like Eight Reasons Why Republicans are Black Robes? Ed.
To The Most Royal of Fuckwads Sir Ed,
As much as I appreciate the feeble, awkward words you feel constantly compelled to scrawl over the staggering greatness of my work your trembling verbs shaky and knock-kneed like a newborn deer if you continue to insist on doing so, I will be forced to cut you. Cut you in your face. You will not be pretty anymore.
P.S. I was assuming you were pretty, like a snotty little rich girl, but now that I think about it, I bet you are actually ugly, like an uglypoorgirl. I bet you are also stupid, and smell like Preparation H and farts. I will still cut you, however; your inherent deformity does not earn you a free pass for literary vandalism.
Reason #3 Repetition
An inherent danger of the Cracked persona often involves an overlap in topics. There are only so many stories that can be run about the 8 Most Erotic Superpowers before two writers find themselves crossing paths. Traditionally a duel is in called for in these situations, but seeing as how Cracked writers largely operate via the internet, the methods of dueling are limited to either long, vitriol-laden flame wars (which, counter-intuitively, involve no actual flames because other writers are pussies) or repeatedly rick-rolling one another until the losing author is forced to take his own life in shame. Sometimes, this even happens to us real writers - by which I mean myself - and we find ourselves unwittingly crossing territory already covered by the pathetic Plebeians - by which I mean everybody else. One such example follows, regarding a column of mine rejected for repetition.
Pitch:Title: The 5 Most Badass Presidents of All Time
Andrew Jackson: Commander-in-Chief of Furious EyebrowsSample Entry:
See article here.Editorial Feedback:
Robert, this appears to be strikingly similar to a previous article run by your fellow columnist Daniel OBrien. As a matter of fact, the title was a word for word match and, considering that your summary was actually a link to the article itself, I can only assume that you copied and pasted this article onto your own proposal with rash disregard for the consequences. Mr. OBrien once brought down an entire Mexican magazine with his own penis, and often utilizes this rather disturbing skill on people that plagiarize from him. May I humbly suggest that you alter your proposal, perhaps something like the 5 Least Badass Presidents of All Time, to help avoid a creepy and somewhat sexually violating death. Ed.
To Whom It May Concern Which Is Ed Whom Is a Prick and Whom Has Regular Intercourse with His Mother,
While Im sure you fancy yourself incredibly clever for catching me in the reviled act of plagiarism, I do believe youve missed my point. I was suggesting that, considering the surprising quality and humor of Mr. OBriens piece, Cracked should consider re-running it with my name in place of his. This, I feel, would draw more readers to what is surely a tragically overlooked piece, worthy of more attention than Mr. OBriens unimpressive name can draw. I believe Mr. OBrien would be honored merely by being near me, and so would gladly acquiesce. May I also add: If I ever find out who you are, Ed, and why you keep imprinting your child-like retard scrawl on my beautiful, angelic prose, I will certainly destroy you with my penis like I did that Mexican magazine, a concept which I have entirely invented just now.
Yours in a Way I Assure You That You Do Not Want,
Now, if youll forgive me, modest readers, I have bested my scarlet vixen in combat and stand to reap the sexy spoils of this womanly war. Her leather-clad breasts glint in the setting sunlight like round, fleshy stars...if stars had nipples. I scream these final words into the face of one of the three unconscious marines that have fallen as collateral damage in our epic battle, trusting his subconscious will impel him to transcribe them later, and now take my leave of you to embrace the savage beauty of my mysterious Valkyrie, the explosions in the background echoing the voracity of our love-making. I do not know why there are explosions; I assume they are unrelated.
Pretty much just like every other day in my life.(Robert, Ed is actually short for editor, as in the editorial staff, as in your bosses. Also, I feel pressed to inform you that I know for a fact you were not engaged in some sort of high speed motorcycle chase that I am almost certain was from the hit television show Alias, because I peeked into your office earlier today while you were writing this, and found you sitting in the dark, attempting to devour what I believe was an entire Meatball Sub flavored Hot Pocket in a single bite. You were having some difficulty at the time, as the molten cheese had spilled onto your bare thighs your Batman Underoos offering little to no protection against the scalding liquid so I chose not to interrupt your girlish screaming. Please come see me in my office this afternoon to discuss the specifics of our company dress code. Also, please at least change the Underoos beforehand; Batman is all but unrecognizable at this point, and his soiled, mangled face has been frightening the younger interns immensely. Perhaps your diet should expand beyond the heated pocket of government cheese and sub-standard Mexican beef stratum? Ed.)
Read more from Robert at his own site, I Fight Robots, where you can leave such thrilling comments as "tl;dr." Because people need to know exactly how long you can pay attention for.