What did I post about TNR and the ownership of Chris Hughes? What did I post? Perhaps I can yet hope for at least one byline under McCormack, as if my indigence would suddenly go whoosh, as if it doesn't come too late. Told you. Liberals would say this isn't about the homosexual nouveau riche, like the dandy heir apparent, Tim Cook, who can zap me to death through my 5s serial number. And I'd tell progressives to go royally fuck themselves. It was you who told us all that an egalitarian radicalization would allow people like me to play. Name me one, just one, nationally recognized journalist with my type of brain damage who actually got their fucking foot in the door with their condition, rather than acquiring it?
But I got one right, preceding Erik Wemple, fucking A.
I'm sick. I have a cold, and pea soup, consumed.
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