It's like he cut-n-pasted practically any article written about the UFC...from 10-12 years ago. He goes so far as to mention McCain's famous "cockfighting" remark from 1995, but ignores, or doesn't know that he gave his consent on the sport when it was approved by athletic commissions.
Fuck, what does a writer for Slate get paid? I can find old, ill-informed articles and rewrite them in no time...
My favorite line: "Once Shamrock's face looked exactly like the steak tartare at Brasserie Balzar..."
Ah yes, I remember when I last had the steak tartare at Brasserie Balzar I noted the exact same thing to my dinner companion. And then I took that steak tartare and flung it at the maitre'd before dropping a massive knee bomb on the sommelier. I screamed something like, "This is for the honor of Roland Barthes, cuntbags!"
What an elitist, uninformed cocksmooch. Next time I see Troy Patterson, it's clobbering time.
And when are you going to blog about getting engaged, Bobcat?
You're engaged, bobcat? Congratulations! Unless you switched significant others without telling me in recent months, you've done quite well for yourself.
"Tito Ortiz is going to find out who Ken Shamrock is, was, and is now." The "is now" in that sentence wasn't really a redundancy. Shamrock was employing a new tense—the ultimate tense—to describe how he was about to be bringing it, how it was about to have been brung.
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It's like he cut-n-pasted practically any article written about the UFC...from 10-12 years ago. He goes so far as to mention McCain's famous "cockfighting" remark from 1995, but ignores, or doesn't know that he gave his consent on the sport when it was approved by athletic commissions.
Fuck, what does a writer for Slate get paid? I can find old, ill-informed articles and rewrite them in no time...
By Mikey Y, at 1:18 PM
My favorite line: "Once Shamrock's face looked exactly like the steak tartare at Brasserie Balzar..."
Ah yes, I remember when I last had the steak tartare at Brasserie Balzar I noted the exact same thing to my dinner companion. And then I took that steak tartare and flung it at the maitre'd before dropping a massive knee bomb on the sommelier. I screamed something like, "This is for the honor of Roland Barthes, cuntbags!"
What an elitist, uninformed cocksmooch. Next time I see Troy Patterson, it's clobbering time.
And when are you going to blog about getting engaged, Bobcat?
By Joe, at 5:58 AM
"This is probably the worst article I've read in several years."
Clearly you've missed some of mine.
Gottseidank.
Please follow Joe's advice and spill the beans about engagements, romantic and occupational.
By kmosser, at 11:15 AM
You're engaged, bobcat? Congratulations! Unless you switched significant others without telling me in recent months, you've done quite well for yourself.
By Akrasia, at 12:46 PM
The following provoked a giggle:
"Tito Ortiz is going to find out who Ken Shamrock is, was, and is now." The "is now" in that sentence wasn't really a redundancy. Shamrock was employing a new tense—the ultimate tense—to describe how he was about to be bringing it, how it was about to have been brung.
...otherwise, I fear you are right.
PS: Engagement?! Congrats, my uxorious friend!
By Idris, at 11:01 AM
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