The latest of Ted Rall’s feckless pap in the Village Voice. Reads like the perpetually moist stain in the crotch of my Gap khakis.

Y’Know, I didn’t even know who Rall was until I saw him on “Politically Incorrect” a while back, but from what I remember of his appearance, he had this peculiar sidewise-glance-and-sneer combo he liked to trot out– a kind of perverse and tortured facial flourish — a way to expressively punctuate with his lips and eyes and jowls the silly and hateful bile he’d just finished burping up. ‘S kinda like the lipcurl and squinty, paranoid glare you’d expect from some hack Elvis impersonator who’s just found out he’s been bumped from his set in favor of a mediocre Cream cover band. On a Wednesday night in Tahoe, no less. “Oh yea?” his look said. “Well then fuck Benny Hill.”

Followed by muttering — and some mental crayon scribblings of Dubya drownin’ in raw sewage… Bill Maher seemed nonplussed by cartoon boy’s sinister demeanor.

Face it: That guy Rall’s jes’ plain creepy.

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