he looks like he would sell his soul for a cheesecake
Ooh, a fat joke. Very original and impactful. I'm crying over that one, I totally promise. No one has ever told me I'm fat before.

Ars Technica's route is not the only option. You could also have donated the mining income to a charity.
That's what Wired did, but I'm sure you probably know that.
A fair point, though in my defense their post was about 2 weeks after mine, by which point the name-calling had already begun and the damage was done. Wish I'd had the charity idea first, but that's not the way it played out. I've donated more than enough after the fact to offset the earnings from one Jalapeno, even one obtained so early, not that it will matter to anyone here.
Oh, and if I ever actually try to become a shill, I think I'd be a really bad one. Maybe if I'd heaped praise onto BFL instead of just putting out a demo and a teardown I'd have gotten an early Single or Monarch too. Too bad I just shot a couple videos and posted an objective presentation of what I was shown.
Of course this is an argument I'll never truly win since most of my haters aren't actually upset about the Jalapeno anyway, they're upset about the reason I knew the BFL people in the first place:
The Sonny Vleisides Interview. Comically, that entire interview only existed because of the complete lack of fair and balanced reporting that existed in the Bitcoin space at the time.
The TL;DR version is that, like many in this space, Sonny Vleisides has a past and some people got their hands on that information and publicized the living daylights out of it, thoroughly demonizing the guy. I decided to see if I could speak to him myself, let him tell his story and present it to the public - everyone deserves at least that much, guilty or not, right?
Apparently not, because that was back in 2012 and I'm still catching shit for it today. You all say you want fair, balanced and ethical journalism but you don't. What you want is people pretending they have a crystal ball alternating between empty assurances and vitriolic fervor. I try not to interpret too much - People tell me things, then I write them down in a public place and let you all make up your own minds. My only crime was assuming that everyone was capable of absorbing that information and making rational decisions based upon it. My bad.