Well… um… yeah… this is my idea of flirting.
I’ve always had a thing for potty-mouthed Irish women, so I gotta confess to a kinda schoolboy crush on the BIAW’s profanatory, trash-talking PR maven, Erin Shannon. (Really. So give me a call Erin, and lets hook up sometime for a drink or five. Don’t worry; I’ll drive.)
But when it comes to her politics, Shannon is just plain awful. You know, in that batshit-crazy Hitler-was-the-first-environmentalist/DOE’s-storm-water-regulations-are-worse-than-the-Holocaust sorta way that defines the ideological crack-house that is the BIAW.
The rest of my daily Slog post actually makes a point, but I just so enjoyed dipping Erin’s ponytail in the inkwell, that I just had to repost it over here.