Patting Our Mascot on the Head
Ten minutes into Mike Savage's show tonight, and my faith in him is already justified.
To all "liberal writers," Mike lovingly croons, "Have a heart attack and die, for all I care. I'm number one on the New York Times bestseller list. Number one. Number one. Numer one. Number one."
How can you not love him? It's just adorable the way he swoons over this bit of praise from the publication he regularly terms the "Old York Times" and denounces as a bastion of "liberal treason". It's almost as if he has daddy issues -- with the Gray Lady acting as a paternal surrogate -- similar to the cute mommy issues he has with Madeleine Albright that so endeared him to the staff here at VeryVeryHappy.
This man is a gem, and I, for one, cannot wait for his entrance onto the nationally televised stage.
Now if only we could get him to stop urinating on the carpet...