"We've all heard that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters will eventually reproduce the entire works of Shakespeare. Now, thanks to the Internet, we know this is not true." - Dr. Robert Silensky
They are everywhere. In every street, every town, every country in the world, the morons are rising up. From the batfarting coffin-humping goth brat to the e-popping pacifier-sucking rave girl. From the redneck racist to the gay-bashing jock, from the chauvinistic swine to the zit-farming phlegm-encrusted dweeb.
In today's society it's easy to get by with little or no intelligence and, as a result, thousands of people like the ones you'll see on this site have survived against the best efforts of natural selection. And of them, a disturbingly large percentage have found their home in that great hiding place of all freaks, social outcasts and doofuses (or is it doofi?): the Internet.
That's not, of course, to say that everyone on the Internet is a moron. Far from it. But this site is devoted to that particular brand of idiot, that special breed of moron that proudly boasts his or her stupidity on a website covered in ad banners, crap stolen gifs and epilepsy-inducing backgrounds.
They are the tards. We are the Tardbusters. Let the busting commence.
In late 2001, two of the web's best moron-review sites: Reality Check and Chic Or Shriek fizzled out into non-existence. It seemed that the supply of morons had run dry, and that perhaps the collective tards of the world had grown brains. But no. For years, the morons ran free, setting up sites wherever they could (read: Angelfire and Geocities) and generally creating moronic havoc wherever they went.
The tards are still here, but the mighty sites which had once smote their dumb asses are gone. So, bored one day, we decided to create one to relive the good old days and give the tards some long-overdue bustings.