God's Own Crunk

This is just funny.

I’m hoping there are at least four more responses in this give/take – I think Althouse dropping a well-placed eff-bomb in her own comments section signals that, um, shit just got real.

What’s so goofy about this dust-up is that Althouse has Pierce on both substance and style, and yet he devoted space at Esquire’s, er, blog, trying to refute it; although his Facebook fluffers in the comments view the whole of conservatism as some weird Mein Groupthink, the fact is he didn’t even scratch one of her substanative or stylistic critiques of his initial post.

Althouse took down his entire argument on its intellectual merits and his lazy use of dagotyping and in response, Pierce stabbed through her argument by pointing out that Gold-Level Esquire writers don’t fuck with the headline writing.

As a writer at Grantland, he should be able to appreciate this notion: Dude, you fight like a girl.

Skip to 1:40 to get to the good stuff.

I’ll start with this. I happened to be in my hometown last night and my parents and I were talking about college basketball, and my mom mentioned that some idiot we both know made some jackass statement on Facekook about someone being the best college basketball player of all time, and that player wasn’t Pete Maravich.

Anyway, that led to my statement – a corollary, if you will – that while Pistol Pete is the GOAT, Christian Laettner is arguably second. My mother – no slouch in terms of roundball wisdon – was dumbstruck by this, and I backed up my claim point-by-point. I’ll not bore you with a rundown of that conversation, but I will highly entertain you with a larger thinking process that went into it.

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Of the weird picture collections I’ve sub-divided from larger collections over the years, I think the only one stranger than Juggalo curiosities is animated StarWars porn (although weird at face value, my not being a StarWars fan is what adds to the goofiness). Anyway, I saw this recently and just … couldn’t … resist…

I’ve watched two of the debates, and except for Newt disemboweling John King in the opening moments of one of them, nothing of interest happened. Judging my my Twitter feed tonight, nothing happened in this one either, although most seem to be in agreement that Newt “won.”

What can I say, I was watching the Thunder blow a 30-point lead at home, only to hang on by a thread at the end. Then the Lakers game came on…

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Test your shiz here - it’s 10 questions, mult-choice.

She’s among my favorites, and she’s posted a gem:

But then don’t post pictures of your butt for everyone in the world to look at if you can’t handle a couple of people throwing out insults.  And don’t treat this as if it’s a feminist issue and blather on about how everyone wants to keep ugly women down because conspiracy.

Some people are mean.  When you seek attention so desperately, you will get it – good and bad.  If you can’t handle the bad, go fishing in the local creek where the fish know and love you and will fling themselves at you offering to be dinner.  Don’t trek to the vast, cold ocean, cast your nets, and then shake your fist at it when it fails to nourish your tender blossom soul.

via The Lost Art of Self-Preservation (for Women): Piece of Advice #99: Don’t expect only adulation when you attention whore.

Consider this an entry into the Grumpyoldmansphere.

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…Valentine’s Day is only a month away.

Me? More of a Fat Tuesday guy, but whatever.