[25] MATT DRUDGEDRUDGE OF THE EARTH
Loathsome yellow journalists are a dime a dozen these days, but few are as physically and intellectually repellent as guilty pleasure Drudge. Consider both the oblong face protruding from his neck like a misshapen peg in a misshapen hole and the pressman’s fedora resting uncomfortably atop his head like a bridal figurine on a turd.
