Add "singing" to the long list of shit--punditry, political conviction, minimizing her enormous chompers, orgasms--that Michelle "Maglalang" Malkin fakes her way through:

Question: what makes you more likely to choke on your own vomit? The verve with which Maglalang sings the line "crusty pantsuit," like she has a closet full of them, or Gene Simmons' crusty sex tape?