In the late 70s and early 80s, you couldn't get through a comic without seeing a one-page ad involving a highly improbable scenario where a well-known super hero had to save the world using nothing but the power of delicious Hostess snack cakes.
Like most people who don't have any kids, I'm convinced that I could raise them better than most parents. With my intelligence, my strength, and my piercing gaze, I clearly have all the nurturing attributes necessary to bend any child to my will.
I donÃ¯Â¿Â½t usually write about politics. ItÃ¯Â¿Â½s important, but something I want no part of Ã¯Â¿Â½ kind of like a raw sewage treatment facility. But frankly, I havenÃ¯Â¿Â½t been this upset in a long time. And it's due to the logic-hating, herd-mentality rhetoric that some have been flinging in opposition to the so-called 'Ground Zero Mosque.'
As a recently married man, I support Proposition 8: I don’t want the sanctity of marriage sullied by queers, pedophiles, robosexuals and Californians. I simply will not stand by and watch the solemn, noble, sacred covenant of marriage be taken anything less than completely seriously. I take it so seriously, in fact, that I’ve recently undergone the