http://blogs.news.com.au/heraldsun/andrewbolt/index.php/heraldsun/comments/column_its_not_the_oil_but_the_slick_greens_who_should_scare_you/

This guy annoys the crap out of me, so I wondered what a day in his life would be like. Here's what I came up with:

Andrew looked at the reflection in the hand mirror. He was checking to see if the sun really did shine out of his arse. This was a daily ritual for him, he was hoping that he had transcended from his place among the great unwashed, his most avid readers. He loved the choir he preached to so regularly, but he felt they kept him back from his true potential.

He was exulted by his readers, but how could he progress further? Would the people he appealed to be able to keep his pedestal steady if he tried to reach further into the unknown? Their world was parochial, that’s why they relied on his especially fragrant brand of bullshit. His perception of the world drove them, spurning their own views. It was the fuel for his ego. But did it taint him? Is this why there was no sunshine today?

This thought process was part of the daily ritual. He brought his attention back to the hand mirror. Two blue eyes met one brown. The sun may have been in hiding, but it was this view that kept his world turning. It was going to be another glorious day.