Sortapundit: A Conversation With a British Street Urchin

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Watcha, Guvnor. Are them Yanks done with their yammerin' about that Miers woman yet? I'm bored and me nits are itchin'.

Yes, urchin. But don't uncross your scabby little legs just yet. They're still going on about this Plame thing. No, I don't know what the deal is either. It's something about this guy called Scooter. I thought he was an orange muppet, but apparently he worked in the White House until today.

Aw, fuckin' hell, Pundit. I'm sick of this bollocks. When are they gonna start talking about something that I, as a scabby British street urchin, can relate to in my everyday life.

Oy! Watch your language, urchin, or it's back in the box for you.

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Sorry! Sorry, sir! Please, anything but the box again! There's snakes in there, and they try to nibble on me Jacobs! Um, please, pundit, can I ask a question of ya? Last time you did one of these bits with people's photos and a made up conversation, why did you make fun of that Oliver Willis chappy? Is it because you disagree with his political beliefs on a fundamental level and believe yourself to be above his partisan hackery, allowing yourself only the occasional self-gratifying immature snipe at your foe?