There hasn't been anything this despicable since Charlie Brooker bottled it after writing

" a column on George W. Bush and the forthcoming 2004 US presidential election[14] which concluded, "John Wilkes Booth, Lee Harvey Oswald, John Hinckley, Jr. – where are you now that we need you?"

The Guardian withdrew the article from its website and published and endorsed an apology by Brooker.[15]

I ended a Screen Burn column by recycling a very old tasteless joke (a variant of a graffiti I first saw during the Thatcher years), and within minutes half the internet seemed convinced The Guardian was officially calling for assassination. My inbox overflowed with blood-curdling death threats, and it was all very unfunny indeed – a bit like recounting a rude joke at a dinner party, only to be told you hadn't recounted a joke at all, but molested the host's children, and suddenly everyone was punching you and you weren't going to get any pudding. I've had better weekends.[16]

Ouanqueur.