A Blogospherical Bedtime Story

Once upon a time, in the Land of Emessem, there was a hapless hack named Brian Williams. He toiled in the fields of Lord N.B. See for many years before he was given the Brokaw spot.

He was lavished with praise, from those for whom he shilled. The Great Partisan Pollster, feared by all the Libs, even considered him the "go-to network anchor" for having an undetectable ideology, while at the same time never hiding his libidinous feelings for the Hillbilly Heroin Hoover^TM himself.

Then, one dark day while anchoring away, Mr. Williams let fly, a lie. Née! Something a bit too Politically Incorrect for those on the Right!

What would it all matter if proven true? Someone brought up today the first several U.S. Presidents were certainly revolutionaries and might have been called 'terrorists' by the British crown, after all.

Then, A Malkin for All Seasons formed a circular firing squad to ensure the demise of our Hero-at-the-Hands-of-Neros.

I say we let Them feed him to the Lions. We have our own fields to Rove: the I-word, Dez Silly Minutes, and the King's Kourt.

But only time can tell what will come of Sir Brian. Will he live out his days as a Rather dapper 'n' kind newsman? Will he grow out his beard and move to the far reaches of Baluchistan?

No one knows for sure. But there is one thing that is certainly true: The longer the outrage the higher the Malkins' ad revenue.

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