This whole process is somewhat surreal; it's like watching one retard correct another retard on the correct pronunciation of "genre." Not to get all postmodern on you, but it's all very meta; one person with nothing to say but who thinks herself clever is deconstructing a very similar person with nothing to say but who thinks herself clever.
If Tina Brown's next column is about Maureen Dowd's last column, and then Wonkette deconstructs that column, I think the very fabric of the universe might begin to unravel due to the effects of a gravity-ripping singularity of ironic vapidity.
It's like masturbating to the thought of yourself masturbating. Sure, it's kind of fun to inject a little postmodern reiteration into onanism, but honestly, what's the point?
Monday, November 02, 2009
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Where is the "digital penetration" label?
Where's the digital or the penetration? Why not the Coanda Smiles label?
OK, OK. How about "the babbling clown speaketh"?
OK, if you insist, but you should give my Clinton conspiracy theory another try. I think I am being brilliant, not like you and AA, the Drudge Report Drone.
Are you patting yourself on the back, already?
Are you into self-referential navel-gazing?
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