Everything's so clear to me now. I'm the King of the Cheese, and you're the Lemon Merchant.

Ren Höek Kevin McCullough got the memo. Like his equally fugly colleagues, it's dawned on him that the new regime will tolerate at most 5-6 wingnut pundits at a time -- the creme de la merde, if you will.

Kev was not on George Will's guest list (duh) and understands the implications, rightly surmising that come Tuesday, Barack's Black Muslim Strike Force will have his bug-eyed Marty Feldman ass up against the wall.

How else to explain this unusually illiterate attempt as jock-sniffing?

I was the first pundit in all of America to predict that Barrack [sic] Obama would be the next President.

President X will be none too pleased about that mangling of His name.