The Longest Sentence. In The World. Ever.

Despite his politics which are, shall we say, to the far left of mine, I still enjoy reading Charlie Brooker’s work. It is always good to read the rantings of a fellow testy borderline misanthropist.

However, with this statement, he goes just too far:

There are a thousand valid reasons for opposing ID cards and questioning everything the government does, but instead both the host and her interviewees spent most of their time talking about how we're all going to have microchips planted in our heads as part of the New World Order (which, naturally, orchestrated the 9/11 attacks), intermittently breaking from this theme to dismiss the general public as idiotic, docile sheep with such towering self-assurance it made you actively wonder whether labouring under a fascist police state in which government computers monitored your dreams and doled out electric shocks each time you had a subversive thought would be preferable to living in freedom alongside these massive wankers.

Nothing to do with the content, which is as cynical and droll as you might expect from Mr Brooker. It is just the length of the sentence. Seriously Charlie, don’t be afraid to break it up a bit. Full stops can be your friend. Because, seriously, that sentence is just too long. It seems to last longer than one of those piss-poor Lord of the Rings movies. Break it up a bit, Charlie, and remember that there is a difference between a sentence and a paragraph.