At long last, the polls are open over at the Poor Man for their yearly wingnut awards. Be sure to head over there to bask in the stupidity of the nominees and cast your vote.
Just be careful not to smoke too close to Christopher Hitchens. Every fiber of that man's body has been soaked in gin, and he's liable to spontaneously combust at the first spark.
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