Die already

I haven’t blogged about The New York Times’ Jayson Blair because I want to hunt him down and kill him. But his horrific poetry, found on TSG’s site, is worth a cackle, especially the third one. He can’t even spell! How the FUCK did the NYT hire this little piece of shit? Wait, I already know — don’t answer me, or you’re going to hear some not-very-nice words about quotas, given that I’m the same age and have comparable, if not better, experience than that worthless piece of shit.

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