Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Open Letter To The King Of The Bloggers
Bugger off, you twit.Maybe if all his fingers were magically broken & Sully had to dictate his daily wig-out to one of his drones he'd realize how full of liquid crap he is, although we must assume he's literally so in love w/ the sound of his own voice as well as his typed excrescence that he probably wouldn't notice or care.
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8 comments:
Oh, SULLY.
I thought you were referring to moi.
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King of The Editors:
We could have typed "Self-Proclaimed King of ..." to clarify, we s'pose.
Andrew Sullivan depends on Google maps to navigate a city of numbered streets and avenues laid out on a regular grid, with more large, readily-visible and famous landmarks than any other city in the country, a place whose twisty old enclaves can be escaped within minutes simply by locating Broadway, full of people who'd be happy to tell him where to go and what to do to himself when he gets there.
Fantastic.
Missed It Entirely Editor:
Excellent point. Too dense to realize he doesn't need his techno-crutch.
Hey, copy & paste your nugget at the other geniuses picking on Sullivan, as linked. (Assuming you haven't already.)
Done.
On top of it all, in New York City they moved their Space Shuttle by water.
Urbane Sophistication Editor:
Not being a cow-town like NY, L.A.'s streets are wide enough once a few trees are trimmed.
MB didn't say Kinky Blogger, Thundra.
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