The native superiority of lawyer-bloggers posing as journalists

I insist that I am unexceeded, and perhaps unmatched, by any other lawyer-blogger in my vanity for my truth-exposing powers as a pretend journalist!  I plead guilty to having an inflated ego and a snobbery for my own quasi-journalistic abilities that're directly proportionate to my long-windedness.  You now have open in your browsers, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, Exhibit A, which I would submit to you as conclusive and overwhelming proof, and on which I confidently rest my case.

That said, my fellow lawyer-bloggers Hindrocket at Power Line and Hugh Hewitt at HughHewitt.com have offered up their respective remarks, albeit in less length than that to which I'm prone, on why with respect to the SwiftVets vs. Kerry controversy, us'ns (although they don't mention me by name) have lately been doin' better'n them what carry press passes tucked into their hatbands and shout "Copy boy!" for a living.  (Don't they still do that?)  I respectfully associate myself with and insinuate myself into their remarks, and I wish them well in their bloggerific coverage of the upcoming Republican convention (which, my political sympathies notwithstanding, I shall not be sad at all to miss attending in person).  I may venture into some neurosurgery during that week, or perhaps rocket science.  Or perhaps, encouraged as I am by a recent private, strangely terse email from novelist-screenwriter-blogger Roger L. Simon in response to my fervent inquiries, I shall at last set about with a will to dethrone John Grisham as the reigning lawyer-novelist; Mr. Simon allowed that I've got the legal stuff down pat, and I'm sure it was only the press of time and other responsibilities that prevented him from praising the novelistic elements of my writing at length (or, now that I re-read the email, at all).