Here he is, leaving his house via a back alley.
I'm just sorry I hadn't heard of Blogo before this latest scandal erupted.
That retro hair-mop, the turned up nose, the close together eyes--stuff that blog dreams are made of.
He could have been my Condi Rice or Ursula Plassnik and I could have been the next Princess Sparkle Pony, but no.
I am a day late and a dollar short.
Seriously though, doesn't this guy look like that kid in high school playing pocket pool during science class and picking his nose during assemblies?
Twerps with power are so thrilling, no?