By brotherly demand...

By brotherly demand...  My brother saw this Bill Whittle Afterburner video, apparently for the first time, and said:

You MUST put this on your blog, bro!

Yeah, he really talks like that.  He's never left New Jersey, and the place has apparently soaked his neurons in what passes for the “culture” in that sad and intellectually desolate place.  But he did pick one of Bill Whittle's best, so despite the fact that I posted this just a few months ago, here's a replay to make my brother happy.

At the end, Bill says “Don’t mess with Texas!”  I'd like to add to that: “Don’t mess with Utah!”  If Utah gets Californicated, I'm not sure where we could run to.

Oh, and a note to my brother: you live in one of the few places on earth that can make California look well-managed.  Escape while you can!

Dog Goldberg machine...

Dog Goldberg machine...  You'll want full screen for this one...

Only in England...

Only in England...  Can you imagine the feminista uproar were this to play on U.S. television?

Our narcissist-in-chief...

Our narcissist-in-chief...  Jeff Goldstein at Protein Wisdom is not amused:

And he wants you – and Ryan Seacrest — to know that, in point of fact, he looks really sharp in jeans, particularly when he’s not dressing in loose jeans on one specific occasion so that he can show off his canon while throwing out a first pitch without, you know, getting his giant balls all bound up and what not.

Good lord. What a fucking narcissist.

Does no one around this guy have the guts to tell him he looks ridiculous trying to fake the trappings of what society has come to look on (and Obama, as an academic, would vehemently reject, even as he so strives for it) as comfortable masculinity?

RTWT...