'Pistols at dawn, suh!'

My friend Sean Higgins appropriately captures the spirit of my reply to the Charleston (W.Va.) Gazette, which has neither retracted last week's odious editorial or responded to my e-mail.

They underestimate me, as is their privilege. No one thought I'd actually drive 575 miles to the site where Bill Sparkman's body was found in Kentucky -- but I did. No one thought I'd bring Track-A-'Crat to a wedding in Pittsburgh -- but I did.

And if the editors of the Gazette think they'll never regret their idiocy . . . dear readers, hit the tip jar. Charleston, W. Va., is en route to Clay County, Ky., and I may be going back in a week or two.

BTW, Michelle Malkin's latest column mentions the Sparkman case.

Eyewitness testimony

My friend Sean Higgins of Investors Business Daily, guest-blogging at JeremyLott.com, offers this testimonial to the vocal prowess of the DC Karaoke King:

If you ever have a chance to watch Robert Stacy McCain perform Karaoke, you must take it. I don’t care if you are rescuing drowning puppies; go, just go.

Sean was in the house last week at Rockit Grill in Old Town Alexandria for my "Return From Africa" performance, which I opened with an all-out rendition of my signature tune.

With all due modesty, it wasn't bad. Peter Redpath of the Federalist Society and Richard Miniter also praised my initial performance. Later in the evening, however, exhaustion set in and my voice became so hoarse I sounded like Joe Cocker when I tried to sing Van Morrison's "Brown-Eyed Girl." I should have taken a nap that afternoon.