Jesus' Son

Black Knights

Anthony Finch, West Point Class of 2013. My cousin finally made his decision tonight, to the thrill I'm sure of my father who believes we need a new generation of smart soldiers to "lead us into space", but probably also to the consternation and concern of his mother and, frankly, me. Pride too though. I'm not particularly close with my cousins, mostly thanks to my dad and my uncle (We're in Chris Titus' 63%), but all the same my pride and heart goes out to him. He got his letter from Hillary Clinton, and he's got upper management written all over him. Having a Colonel in the family might make me straighten up and fly right. Hopefully by the time he graduates the Army will mostly be out of any serious shit. I will end with a refrain from his facebook status:

"Why we on this particular mission, we will never know. But I do know, here today, that the Black Knights will emerge victorious once again."

Cameo

Levar Burton is on twitter Discovered thanks to my buddy Justin who joined up last night and started following him, too drunk to remember doing it or possibly even knowing who he was. Things like this are what make something I found disgusting just two months ago to be very worthwhile. Tell your brother, your sister and your mama too.

Undoing All That Obama Has Accomplished

Things You Have Time to Do When You Don't Have Anything to Do

The many faces of Crowe in the '00s. The actor of the decade? I remember in '01 or so we all were contemplating his Brando status, and then he beat up some TV director and threw a phone at a bellhop, and somehow that meant he was less like Marlon Brando? The range is astronomical and undeniable. Though in 2010 it looks like he's reset to Maximus for ROBIN HOOD. Which probably means in 2011 he'll play Chuck D in the Public Enemy movie.

Neutral Zone

Truly rock bottom.

Wingspan

Madden retires. Truly the end of an era, of an ever present voice. I was only fully converted to his genius fairly recently, and now all too soon he's gone from the landscape. It's early, I'm delirious, there are others who could eulogize this better.

Here's a guy that's retiring, and nothing will ever be the same.

Prayer

Happy Easter.

Johnny

Johnny Hallyday, one of the strangest forces of badass alive, in a film by Johnnie To, whose work I am not familiar with in the slightest, but who I am assured is the truth.

For confirmation of Hallyday, seek out Patrice Leconte's MAN ON THE TRAIN, a film I'm sure I'll talk about again when it's time to consider my favorite films of the decade.

Catholic League of America

The Irish diaspora in America is absurdly large, something like 10 percent of the population. Which is mind-boggling considering we have not yet been made suitable for mass production. Even so, the ways in which MSNBC becomes the Irish Catholic Boys Choir during prime-time is astounding. Mike Barnacle, god love him, is not only someone who shouldn't be on TV, he shouldn't be visible to the naked eye. This is as Irish Times as I've ever seen it get though, and while I almost invariably find myself nodding with Buchanan's evil way of laying it out like it is, he has his head up his ass here. Major O'Donnell pwnage. Perhaps they did make a mistake putting Big Ed in the slot instead of him. Plus he's not even fucking Irish. Is he?

Inches

Either we heal now, as a team, or we will die as individuals.

I Can Feel It Coming In the Air Tonight

Schlong

Sacha Baron Cohen is one of our greatest living actors. As is Ron Paul. Dynamite combo.

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out

Romney 2068