What of it, you ask?
His writing seriously irritates me. Of the two books that I've ever hated reading so much that I actually had a violent reaction toward them, throwing them all the way across the room as I had finished, his was one*. He might well have been the reason I switched away from Philosophy, because I was so pissed off taking that last exam.
'Twas the land of milk and honey, my new faculty. Book after book of enticing secrets, whispered temptations of 'learn more, you want to learn more!'
Why are you the bane of my existence, Mr. MacIntyre? Why?
* Yes, maybe I take having dialogue with a text a tad too far.