I think Tim Blair was still in town—but that's no excuse. It's a crazy salad, but I'd scroll down to the point where Burge starts exit-polling the contents of his liquor cabinet.

Even if I'd been home, I wouldn't have thought to do that.

And once I find my headphones, or it isn't late at night, I'll go back to check out his son's guitar video—both of his kids are as talented musically as he is at . . . cars, satire, drinking, and just kind of chilling-without-being-a-douchbag. You know: just Iowahawking. That's what he does, and he does it like no other.

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