One must picture Monty Python's "The Holy Grail" - Scene 17 (Huffington's Massacre)...

Imagine an untidy castle with a multitude of guests gathered in the Feasting Hall... And they've just witnessed a thorough (yet understandably accidental) slaughter of innocents by the Brave and Good Knight... Dame Huffington. The father of the doomed (again, accidentally - of course) and somewhat feckless groom (Prince Matt) senses that an alliance with said Knight as being desireable for his somewhat... portly Beatty-in-law-to-be...

"Please, please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion! Let's not bicker and argue about who killed who. We are here today to witness the union of two [slightly older] people in the joyful bond of the holy [bloglock]. Unfortunately, one of them, my [dear Matt], has just fallen to his death. But I think I've not lost a [Drudge], so much as... gained a [Wonkette]!"

The imagery leaves tiny ghost prints on my retinas... that make my head... HURT!

Best of luck to Dame Huffington and Warren (how does one trust a guy with a last name of) Beatty. |mr|Darcy always pictures a ferret with Warren Beatty's name - as much as he was a super, crime fighter in "Dick Tracy"... But I sense that Mr. Drudge has sent his "rounds on target" with his summation. A bit arrogent, yes, but... rings of truth. "Move out and receive fire, Good Sir!"

Bloggorhea is the perfect name for all of it, including my beloved NYT which is turning into a rag.