It should come as no surprise that I hold the articulate, cynical musings of Irishgit in the highest esteem. But where Chauncey is concerned, the only point of interest there is the anxious curiosity of waiting to see how he's going to out-bland himself from one impotent shock attempt to the next. I am always amused at Chauncey's lame efforts to talk trash, replete with the customary sheen of insecurity - compare his claims of notoriety, respect, influence, etc. in the Bronx area to the frequency of his masturbatory ego rants and the truth becomes painfully apparent.
