I heard a man at the beach yelling “I can’t swim!”
Well, I can’t play the goddamn piano but am I bitching about it? Attention whore.
Chavez, in other words, is very close to the climatic moment when he will announce that he is a poached egg and that he requires a very large piece of buttered toast so that he can lie down and take a soothing nap.
Christopher Hitchens, in “Hugo Boss”. Slate, August 2, 2010
