Worst Possible Criticism of Writing Style

Simon Conway Morris's latest article prompted this response from P. Z. Myers:

He seems to regard the English language as an axe murderer would a corpse: as an awkward object that must be hacked into fragments, and the ragged chunks tossed into a rusty oil drum he calls an article. Continuity and flow are something that can be added after the fact, by pouring in a bag of quicklime. Unfortunately, one difference between the two is that Conway Morris will subsequently proudly display his handiwork in a newspaper, while the axe murderer at least has the decency to cart the grisly carnage off to the local landfill for anonymous and clandestine disposal.

And that's not really an exaggeration either.