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3B!:

I mean a big whatev for Matty Y, but at what point do you kind of have to start playing ball or acting like a good teammate? I allude of course to our continuing big media nightmare where total choadwagons get splashy platforms for their ridiculous, squeaky-on-the-inside baltherings. I know Op-Ed pages carry different voices, voices that most likely loathe one another, like Krugman and David Brooks at the Times, and everyone and Tom Friedman, but Op-Ed pages are not conversations, and are not designed around a back-and-forth linky dink. When does Matty Y. become Alan Colmes? Because, even if you think you are cherry, when the other flavors in the pack are shit sandwich, sink lettuce, fart melon, and in melon packs, sock melon, what flavor are you really?