. . . was sitting next to me on Bloggers' Row at CPAC yesterday.

"Okay, Attila Girl," he tells me. "I want to send you something. What's your email address?"

"Well," I respond, "it's 'miss-dot-attila . . . "

"Don't give me that shit," he interrupts. "I want the real one."

He's sharp, for a guy who cannot modulate his voice to save his life.

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