Don't Bring "Love Handles" to a Gun Fight

There is everyday foolishness, and then there is the extraordinary act of imbecility that distinguishes your run of the mill dope, from those riding upon the GALACTIC SHORT BUS.

Today, the gang at the Intersection of Buffet Table Street & Hey, Can You tell me how my Toes Look? Avenue decide to refer their readers to James Wolcott.

You see, unlike the denizens of Da Korna, Wolcott can actually write, and cut to the bone. K-Lo can only get to the bone by knawing on a rib roast...which in her defense she can suck clean with impressive, and frightening, dispatch.

For example, Corner readers would see Wolcott state this:

Only a few weeks ago, conservatives were mocking the boozehound exploits of the late Hunter Thompson as evidence of a desolate soul and psyche, and now they're encouraging fans to drink themselves insensible as Jonah paws the linoleum under the card table, puking up his dignity and leaving a dimpled pool for the staff to mop up later.

Although Mr. Wolcott need we really point out another reason that some Corner Editors might want to have their desperate fans drink themselves insensible?


Hey Sailor!