All you get is a link to some extra-special Pareene (who is ordinarily extraordinary, but who today is extra-specially so).
And speaking of extra-special, when has Jake Tapper been anything other than an extra-special self-aggrandizing tool?
*Ten points and a big fat sloppy virtual kiss to whomever can name the person who immortalized this phrase. Bonus points if you can name the venue in which it was uttered.
Update: Look, you might as well read everything Pareene is writing today (here and here). He is obviously brilliant (and not a lazy bastard).
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Easy! It is Johnny Rotten (or John Lydon as you wish), the lead vocalist of the Sex Pistols!
It was on 14 January 1978, during the tour's final date at the Winterland Ballroom in San Francisco. (Thank you Wiki for this last information! )
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