Hugh And His Little Buddy

Tonight I will be appearing, along with other Northern Alliance colleagues, as a guest host on the Hugh Hewitt radio show. Last week Hugh concocted a ridiculous story about me on the air. He claimed that my nickname was Peeps and that I had acquired the moniker in high school. His silly tale is of course completely untrue. It has about as much validity as the claim that Bush is responsible for 9/11. In fact it's exactly the kind of reckless disregard for the truth that we've seen from Bob Kerrey and Richard ben Veniste lately. So if you happen to hear Hugh mention Peeps later in the week, or if one of his underlings brings it up this evening, please keep in mind whose behavior they are mimicking. Do they really want to be like ben Veniste?

The official reason for Hugh's absence is that he is attending the Naval Academy's 44th annual Foreign Affairs Conference. Obviously this is just a front to disguise yet another shameless, ego-gratifying attempt by Hugh to garner a title. It's almost pathetic the way he slavishly pursues these meaningless honorariums in a futile effort to satisfy his megalomaniac fantasies. To each his own I guess.

And so Hugh will shortly be prostrating himself in the office of Vice Admiral Rodney P. Rempt (the Superintendent of the Naval Academy) to beg for yet another imaginary feather to place in his oversized cap. When the Vice Admiral sizes up the middle-aged, gray haired, uncoordinated, paunchy, Dockers wearing man with a goofy smile in front of him, he will face a dilemma. What sort of nautical title is appropriate for such an individual? After a few moments the answer will be clear.

No, no, not Rear Admiral.

Skipper.

And if Hugh is the Skipper, then it naturally would follow that his producer Generalissimo Duane would be...




...his little buddy Gilligan.

Tune in weekdays to an AM station near you for their daily three hour cruise.