is spinning in his grave at what they've done with the medium he helped invent.

And he's not even close to dead.

Look, the Macalope has always been very careful to point out that Apple is perfect. But there's a right way and a wrong way to go about that task.

The Macalope doesn't spend a lot of time on the right way because, well, these antlers weren't made for patting people on the back for a job well done. They were made to protect the Macalope's cranium during rutting season when he must fight other members of the herd for dominance to secure females in order to procreate. But since he got married, he's put them to other uses, such as skewering silly pundits (and, on occasion, improving television reception).