top intellectual dogblogging

Last year, I was deprived of rightful acclaim as Britain’s top public intellectual by that biased liberal media, or some such thing. Now the race is on for the world’s top thinker, I repeat my previous application:

vote for me. Go on, do it. I’m an intellectual. I’m personally slovenly. I’ll nick any idea that’s not tied down and guarded with flamethrowers. I’m the kind of damn fool who prefers to be bribed with status than hard cash. I bear senseless grudges indefinitely. I have an overweening sense of intellectual entitlement. I have nothing useful to say and a frantic urge to make people listen.

And the rest? A pack of prehensile status monkeys, scribbling valets of power, thoughtless think tankers and vile ranting dogs.

I see my competitors are offering ponies. Hah! I offer cute little Jack Russell Terriers.

Little Katie says: Jamie K off Blood & Treasure is the world’s top thinker. Vote for him or he will kill me slowly.*

*Fellow top thinkers will recognise this as the Hitchens-Kurdistan manouvre.