Its interesting how we draw conclusions. Just as interesting how some people with press access are somehow believed. I like a pretty story as much as the next person, but I realize the short comings of using one person's flawed experiences to try to extend over all similar things.
One of the watershed moments in my life was when my friends, Joe and Cuz tried to make a race truck. OK, maybe they drank too much, and were a little light (to be kind) in their mechanical ability. But after buying and building a couple of motors with not so spectacular results, they both concluded "you can't make a truck run."

What they really were saying was they couldn't, but they tried to extend their conclusion over everyone because they were the most competent engine builders in the world. Well, kind of.
Just because Venturino, an overweight baffoon, can't shoot well with them doesn't necessarily extend to the rest of us.
One of my favorite 44 special stories, which means very little in the overall scope of things (or the quest for world peace, or a cure for cancer), but is at least as valid as Venturino's experiences. I have a buddy. He never could shoot well. He did like guns a lot. And in the past, he had a good job with lots of money to throw around.
He was one of the new generation (maybe he's 50 now.) For him, it was modern guns, with semi-auto being the weapon of choice. For about 20 years, he always was coming up withs something better. Even I thought his throwing money at a problem was fun. And he came up with some very interesting guns, including some automag's, etc. But they were less than spectacular in his hands. Usually less than serviceable. If I had an open choke shotgun that shot as poorly as his favorite of the day, I'd dump it. But to his credit, he continued to try.
Then one day, a while back, maybe 8 or 10 years ago I just decided I had way too many guns and it was time to put my collection on a serious diet. I just arbitrarily decided to sell off about 20 guns that no longer interested me. In that group was my 24-3 Lew Horton 44. Don't know why, probably because I was buying Mountain Guns and it just seemed expendable. I didn't even tell this friend about my sell down, but I told another mutual friend. Of course he appeared on my doorstep the following day with a fist full of money. He wanted my .30 Carbine crap, and he brought along the friend who was semi-auto all the way.
The friend for whatever reason, fell in love with my 44. I was hesitant to sell to him, just because I didn't want a nice gun to fall into the "wrong" hands. But he tendered money, so I sold. And I gave him a baggie full of ammo to shoot, if only because I knew he only had 44 mags from his one semi-auto. And that was the time our CCW law passed and he wanted to practice.
I was sure the shooting portion of the class would be his downfall. He had to hit the target 11 of 20 shots at 7 yards. I know for a fact that would be a challenge for him with any of his semi-autos! But for whatever reason, he took the cute little N frame to the range. And he came back with the best target, by far, of any he'd ever shot. Caliber didn't matter, he couldn't do that well even with a 22! We're talking a respectable 6 shot group that maybe covered 5" or so (at 7 yards, I know, maybe not great by your standards.) I flat didn't believe it, and neither did our mutual friend. He went along for the next shooting session - yep, repeated.
So from all that, I/we can conclude that in Murphy's hands at least, the 44 is a deadly weapon. Showing superior accuracy to all the 44 magnums, 9mm's, 40s, and .45 ACP he's tried to use over the last 35 years I've known the guy! Take that, Venturino. And it proves absolutely nothing, except that one person can shoot well with it. And Venturino's drivel proves only that he can't shoot with it. Nothing more or less.