When planning goes horribly, horribly wrong:
I'm imagining Stephen Taylor addressing a gathering of his beloved Blogging Tories:
"If we work day and night for the next year, we can eventually catch up to the Progressive Bloggers of Canada, in the sense of having well-written, cogent, thoughtful and educated political analysis and ... Justin! Take that out of your mouth! You don't know where it's been! No, Maria, I don't care if you've written another song, I don't want to hear it. And for the last time, Neo, this obsession you have with murdered black people is seriously starting to creep me out. Seriously."
I'm pretty sure it would go down kind of like that. Something retarded involving "Hunter" would probably be involved as well. Call it a hunch.