Beef... it's what's for dinner

As the mercury rises, continuing to shave points off IQs, and giving rise to breathless coverage of a dude getting locked in a bar, and permitting the most transparent flogging of books on the Op-Ed page, a nugget of actual beef:

You know, I’m not sure if I’ve called anyone an asshole yet on this blog, and people often tell me I kid glove some folks. So let’s take care of that right away. Todd English is a two-bit, lying punk and should, in my opinion, never be trusted by anyone – community boards, investors, women, anyone.

It is worth noting that we are living in strange times when a "nightlife legend," nay "a member of Paper Magazine's nightlife hall of fame" invokes Abbe Diaz as the voice he seeks to emulate.