Eugene David
...The One-Minute Pundit

Thursday, August 16, 2007


A seventy-something or eighty-something colyumnist pines and sighs for Drunken Slob, his mornings being empty without the cheap insults and expensive male sluts, and so he begins a one-man letter writing campaign to get him back on the air, begging, pleading to hear about nappy-headed -- well, things people don't ordinarily say in polite conversation, even going so far to admit that a HIP! HOT! rag likened his hero to a cockroach.

Look guy, if you want a job with Slob, just print the resume in Forbeslist. We're sure Little Malcolm would extend you this favor. Heck He gave you this platform, didn't He? Although come to think of it that's what you did.

I do believe we have a contender for the worst column to run in recent memory, even though it isn't an op-ed.

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