Keith Olbermann Rips Bill O'Reilly a New Asshole

I think the title pretty much speaks for itself. Personally, I'm waiting for the celebrity pay-per-view boxing match, which I hope is forthcoming.

More Reasons To Hate Dianne Feinstein

As a follow up to yesterday’s blog, I decided to post some more information as to why I strongly dislike good ol’ Dianne and why she is so distrusted by the political left. Feinstein, who has a track record of compromising with Republicans, is considered very pro-business and has sponsored or voted for a bunch of legislation which has been very unpopular within her own party (Source: Wikipedia):

* She has voted for most lawsuit reform measures and was a co-sponsor of the Class Action Fairness Act of 2005.
* She voted for the first tax cuts in 2001
* She voted for the Medicare Prescription Drug Improvement and Modernization Act in 2003.

My biggest pet peeve is that Feinstein supported the war in Iraq . She has since claimed that she was misled by President Bush on the reasons for going to war. My response - no shit. That didn’t stop Rep. Barbara Lee (D-CA) from voting against the war from the get go.

The Center for Public Integrity has reported that Feinstein and her husband, Richard Blum, are making millions of dollars from Iraq and Afghanistan contracts through his company, Perini. There have also been critics who argue that Feinstein's support of policies that are friendly to the Chinese government are because of her husband's extensive China-related business holdings.

Senator Feinstein was the original Democratic co-sponsor of a bill to extend the USA Patriot Act. In a December 2005 statement, Senator Feinstein stated, “I believe the Patriot Act is vital to the protection of the American people.”

ACK!

Feinstein is a supporter of capital punishment and, as noted yesterday, she was the main Democratic sponsor of the failed 2006 Constitutional flag burning amendment. Defenders point to her record on other issues: abortion rights, she voted against NAFTA, the Defense of Marriage Act, school prayer, welfare reform, and the 2005 bankruptcy bill.

Honestly, those stances are nothing special. Her pro choice position is an absolute non-starter for any politician in California. And her opposition the Marriage Act is not the same as being a proponent for gay marriage (unlike Gavin Newsom). Prayer in public schools? As one who attended public school in Oakland, CA for eight years, I was only interested in praying that I wouldn’t get my ass kicked after school.

It should be noted that she is not warmly embraced by Republicans, though. Gun rights organizations, who say that her proposals on gun control are unconstitutional, have alleged that Feinstein herself is hypocritical for making such proposals despite having had a concealed carry permit -- difficult to obtain in California -- during her tenure as a San Francisco politician.

All in all, she’s your typical career politician who basically lucked into her two biggest positions:

(a) Mayor of San Francisco. San Francisco mayor George Moscone and supervisor Harvey Milk were assassinated in November 1978 by a rival politician, Dan White, who had resigned from the Board of Supervisors only two weeks prior -- as president of the Board of Supervisors, Feinstein automatically ascended to the mayoral position.

(b) U.S. Senator. Feinstein won a special election to fill the California Senate seat which became vacant in 1990 when Pete Wilson was elected Governor of California. Ironically, Wilson’s opponent was Feinstein, who ended up with the political door price of U.S. Senator.

It goes without saying that I think it might be time for Dianne to retire and go quietly into the sunset. Having just turned 73 last week (Happy Birthday Di!), I’m praying she doesn’t pull a Strom Thurmond and try to hold on for another 30 years.

Double ACK!

Dianne Feinstein -- #1 On My Shitlist

Fuck it, we'll continue with the political blog since it's an election year and there seems to be an unending supply of entertainment.

It was just announced that the Senate rejected a constitutional amendment that would have given Congress the power to ban flag burning. The tally in favor of the measure was 66 to 34, just one vote shy of the 67 votes required for a two-thirds margin of approval. Such a majority would have been necessary in the Senate and House before a constitutional amendment could have been sent to the states for ratification.

The amendment's advocates have been promoting it for years and had hoped that Republican gains in recent Senate elections would get them to the two-thirds threshold. Thankfully, there were 3 GOP senators who broke ranks and provided crucial votes that thwarted the measure.

That's not to say that Republicans lost entirely. The still got in some great sound bites for the mid-term elections this Fall:

"Old Glory lost today," said Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist (R-Tenn.), one of the amendment's prime backers. "At a time when our armed services are defending America's freedom in the war on terror, it's unfortunate that a minority of my colleagues blocked" the proposal.

President Dimbshit expressed regret that the amendment failed. "By showing respect for our flag, we show reverence for the ideals that guide our nation," he said in a statement. "We show appreciation for the men and women who have served in defense of those ideals."

Of more disgust to me was the support thrown to it by Sen. Dianne Feinstein of California. She spoke of picking up a newspaper in 1945 and seeing the now iconic photograph of Marines raising the American flag on Iwo Jima. "For me, at that time as a 12-year-old, and for the nation, the photo was a bolt of electricity that boosted morale," she said. "Its symbolism of everything courageous about my country was etched into my mind for all time."

Feinsten (who has evolved into a female version of Joe Lieberman over the years) argued that the amendment was "no slippery slope" toward an erosion of rights and that "protecting the flag will not prevent anyone from expressing his or her point of view."

Holy shit. I can't even fathom that she actually believes what she's saying. Jesus Christ, Dianne -- you're a Democtratic Senator from California, not Mississippi for crying-out-loud. You're not running for national office, so there's no need to pander to the Religious Right.

Ridiculous.

Where's Jesse Helms When You Need Him?

For those that love Southern Republicans -- and honestly, who doesn't -- you have to read this fantastic story about the run for the North Carolina House seat held by two-term Democratic Rep. Brad Miller.

His opponent is Vernon Robinson, who once introduced himself to voters by declaring: "Jesse Helms is back! And this time, he's black!"

Now it strains logic as to why anyone would want to compare themselves with Jesse Helms, the former NC senator who, as the article points out, fought civil rights legislation, laws to protect homosexuals from discrimination and funding for AIDS research -- but we'll put that aside for a moment to focus on the truly offensive part.

It seems that Robinson has waged a brutal offensive campaign against Miller, which has included suggestions that Miller is gay. In one radio ad backed by mariachi music, Robinson says, "if Miller had his way, America would be nothing but one big fiesta for illegal aliens and homosexuals." And in a mass mailing, Robinson suggested that "childless" Miller had "gotten into bed" with a male blogger from San Francisco.

It's odd, but Robinson's campaign somehow omitted the little fact that the reason that Miller and his wife do not have children is that she had a hysterectomy more than two decades ago.

Oops. I'm sure it was an oversight.

But wait, there's also the "issues page" on his website where Robinson notes that "Vernon Robinson has been married for 23 years (to a WOMAN, of course)."

Lovely.

The only redeeming part to this is the fact that his own party in the state wishes he would shut the fuck up and leave the state entirely. This is made even better when you click on the "Endorsements" page of his website where it notes "Stay tuned for endorsements!"

You would think Tom DeLay has some spare time on his hands to lend this fuckwit an endorsement. What ... can't Strom Thurmond lend his support from the grave? Jesus people, this guy is going to save us from the gays! He needs your help!

In Hell

Sorry for the delays in posting kiddos, but I am in end-of-month, end-of-quarter hell here at work, which is leaving me with no time for posting anything new in terms of content (yeah, yeah, what else is new David James? We've heard that before).

So yes, I suck. All I can do is post a funny picture and beg for your indulgence.

Wacky Conservative Friday

And by wacky, I really mean "loathsome."

First, there was the report that Florida Governor Jeb Bush recently signed a bill making “In God We Trust” Florida's new state motto. Oh goody. Better prepare for that ACLU lawsuit in 5 ... 4 ... 3 ...2 ...

Then there was the equally fantastic story about the Boise resident that complained to his local library board that “The Joy of Sex" and "The Joy of Gay Sex" books were pornographic and should not be part of the library's collection. When the library board rejected his request, Randy Jackson checked out a copy of the book "The Joy of Gay Sex," and he said he had no plans to return it.

Enjoy the book, Randy. I hope it serves you well.

Lastly, Dan Henniger, Deputy Editor at Fox News, likened gay marriage to a woman in India that married a snake. Fortunately, Stephen Colbert was there to clarify things.



"I am in love with this motherf*cking snake!"

The Healing Lap of Christianity

Christian psychotherapist Richard Cohen, who is board president of the "ex-homosexual education and outreach organization" known as Parents and Friends of Ex-Gays and Gays, has been addressing criticism leveled against certain therapy techniques he uses on clients with homosexual desires.

Cohen, a former homosexual and the author of the book "Coming Out Straight" (which as an aside, is a horrible title) insists that no one is born with homosexual desires. He claims his therapy group has helped many men and women with unwanted homosexual desires achieve their goal of changing their sexual orientation and becoming heterosexual. He contends that it's not a choice to have homosexual desires, but it is a choice to act upon those desires. He says those unwanted homosexual feelings are the result of temperament, familial influence, and environmental or social conditioning, all of which can be addressed through specific therapeutic principles and practices.

Some of Cohen's controversial methods, though, have raised some questions. Most notably, he has taken sharp criticism over a May 23 appearance on CNN, in which he demonstrated a technique that involves cuddling a male client in his lap. Cohen, who refers to himself as a reorientation therapist, explained the "holding therapy" exercise as a means of using "healthy touch" on clients, who very often were "touch deprived" as children. He says this technique is one of the most effective ways to help men and women leave homosexuality.

"They're hungering for that intimacy and that bonding that they didn't experience in primary relationships with parents and/or same-gender peers," the psychotherapist asserts. "So what we have to provide then, in the Christian community, is really mentoring these men and women," he says, "and a lot of them need healthy touch -- hugging, holding, just palling around, buddying around."

Um, yeah.

Now I'm no Sigmund Freud and I'm sure there's a divergence of opinion among the experts themselves, but I'm pretty sure that stradling your gay psychotherapist is not going to "cure" or "correct" their sexual orientation. Call me a skeptic. What's the next level of reorientation therapy, an airtight?

On Your Marks, Get Set ....

One of the more sordid rumors that made its rounds on the Internet was that Benicio Del Toro had somehow managed to boink Scarlett Johansson in an elevator. Ms. Johansson flatly denied the rumor (thank godness), as I'm presuming she's remaining a virgin for our wedding night.

But assuming Hell froze over and that it did in fact happen, I think that the below videclip is a fairly accurate reenactment of the alleged elevator tryst, except substituting myself for that gila monster. Remember, were talking about an alevator here, people, so time is of the essence.

And it's in Japanese as my tribute to her breakout role in "Lost in Translation." Enjoy.

It Could Be Worse

For anyone that's worked for a law firm before -- and especially if you've worked for a large firm - you can appreciate this website: Anonymous Law Firm. (And I know some of you reading have worked for a law firm, so read on.)

They might have changed the faces and names, but the people at the firm are still entirely recognizable. The office mascots are great but what does it for me are the glum office quotes:

"I've always wanted to work in an office filled with smart people -- to bounce ideas back and forth, brainstorm solutions to tough problems, and feel like we were all on the same team. Oh well."

"I wanted to find a place where I could set my own schedule, make my own hours, and wouldn't need to constantly check in as long as my work was getting done. Sometimes we make sacrifices for the good of our careers."

"The interviews were fun, comparatively speaking. I got to meet lawyers at the firm I haven't seen since. It's a great chance to network."

"I love the subsidized gym membership. It would be really frustrating to know I was paying full price for something I never use, but since I'm only paying half, it's not so bad."

I actually got depressed reading some of the content, which made me appreciate my own job for about 13 minutes. Then I got some call from some ass-clown who wanted his amendment drafted 12 minutes ago.

It's not me, it's you.

And the Lord Said, Remember My Three Commandments!

Here is a great videoclip of Stephen Colbert interviewing Congressman Lynn Westmoreland (R-GA), who co-sponsored a recent bill requiring the display the Ten Commandments in the House of Representatives and the Senate.

Note to Congressmen Westmoreland: If you co-sponsor a bill requiring the display of the Ten Commandments, you might want to study the list on the off chance that that Colbert asks you to actually name them. Which he does. But you now, 3 out of 10 isn't too bad.

Or even better yet, decline the opportunity to be interviewed altogether and avoid making a total ass of yourself.

It's not me, it's you.

Domo Arigato, Mr. Retardo

The below is a transcript of a President Bush speaking to a legally blind reporter wearing sunglasses:

THE PRESIDENT: Yes, Peter. Are you going to ask that question with shades on?

Q I can take them off.

THE PRESIDENT: I’m interested in the shade look, seriously.

Q All right, I’ll keep it, then.

THE PRESIDENT: For the viewers, there’s no sun. (Laughter.)

Q I guess it depends on your perspective. (Laughter.)

THE PRESIDENT: Touche. (Laughter.)

And to answer your next question, of course there's video.

Monkey See, Monkey Grope

Okay, I know absolutely nothing about this show, but I'm furiously scanning Amazon trying to buy the entire season on DVD.

I have to admit even I was a bit creeped out by it, but the monkeys' reaction at the end makes it all good.

*** I removed the link because even I got tired of hearing the non-stop verbiage. There was no way to turn down the volume or keep it from auto-starting ***

Hello Ten-neck-see

The White House announced Tuesday that President Bush is taking Japanese Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi to Memphis, Tennessee for a pilgrimage to Graceland. The trip to Presley's estate is scheduled for June 30, a day after Koizumi -- who is allegedly a big-time Elvis fan -- is scheduled to meet with GW at the White House, Bush spokesman Tony Snow said in a statement.

Said Snow, "The president and Mrs. Bush look forward to introducing the prime minister to the beauty and warm hospitality of the people of the Volunteer State."

Wow. I can just imagine GW agonizing over where to take the Japanese Prime Minsister on his upcoming trip to the United States:

"Juni's flying hundreds of miles to visit, so I have to take him some place good. Let's see ... if I were the king of Japan, where would I want to visit? Normally we would just go to Senior Frog's for some tequila shooters, but that's getting kinda old. Maybe the Smithsonian? Scratch that idea ... all that reading makes my head hurt. How about Benihana's? Nah, they probably have a couple of 'em over there."

"Wait a second, I got it. Graceland! Done deal."

How fucking neck-ish is that? You would think they could find a better place to take the Japanese Prime Minister than Tennessee. With all due respect to Tennessee, I really don't think it's representative of this country socially, culturally or politically (or is it?? I hope not). Jesus, we're talking about a state where "Larry the Cable Guy" is revered and "Hee Haw" is broadcast on PBS for cryingoutloud. What the fuck, was Dollywood all booked up?

Now if it were up to me, I would put him in the backseat of a Suburban filled with alcohol -- not to mention a box of Kleenex -- and make the seven-and-a-half hour drive from Washington DC to Cleveland to visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum. There's good sushi there and even better blue drinks. He'll love it, even if the place is dead on the weekends and smells vaguely of feet. Just make sure not to stop along with way in Pittsburgh for a heavy German breakfast (sorry, inside joke).

But instead, he'll be subjected to this.

High Five

Okay, enough with the silly photos. On to the silly video clips.

I had heard they were coming out with a full length film featuring Borat, presumably as a sequel of sorts to the inspirational film "Ali G Indahouse," which I think was nominated for a total of four Acadamy Awards. I still think it was royally screwed over by "Chicago," but what's done is done.

Anyway, I've watched the the trailer below for "Borat" and I have to tell you I have mixed feelings. I love Borat and never get tired of seeing his 5-7 minute scketches on the Ali G show. But I'm not sure that how well this will translate over a 90 minute film, especially after having watched the below clip which I would best describe as "underwhelming."



That looks not so great. But I expect that it will get better once he gets into what I am sure will be a non-stop parade of jokes at the expense of the stupid and narrow-minded.

Case in point, this videoclip from the Ali G show of some unknowing Southern Republican who's running for Congress, who enlists the "help" of Borat to go door-to-door and meet with voters.



Favorite quote: "He will be powerful like Stalin and not tolerate people who are bad. ... If you do not vote for him, he will take power... and you will be sorry." But even better is the guy's reaction, which can best be described as horrified.

Here's hoping that the Borat skit translates into a better movie than "It's Pat".

My Apologies

I'm sorry folks for the horrific post from yesterday. I really am and don't know what came over me. I don't know what I was thinking at all.

As a sort of gift of atonement, I offer the following as a visual sorbet to cleanse the pallet.

It's Been a While

Yes, I know I've posted this picture at least 2 or 3 times before but it never gets old. Or at least to me it doesn't.

Let's Hug It Out Bitch

This compilation of Jeremy Piven clips from "Entourage" is a little long, but it's fantastic.

My favorite quotes:

Lloyd: “Ari, swear to me that you will never again say anything offensive to me about my race or my sexual orientation.”

Ari: “I can’t swear to that, but I promise you that I will always apologize after.”

As well as:

Ari: "I'm going to be there in 90 seconds. I want you to find out who covers Warners. If all this is not taken care of, I will choke you out with a strap-on."

His character is entirely contemptible, but fucking hilarious.

Wedding Follow-Up

Blogger was acting up yesterday, so I was unable to post this additional photo yesterday. Honestly, you would think that free service would be better than this. Oh well.

There were no good wedding photos of me taken (as always), so I decided to post this one of my female wedding companion from this past weekend instead. She's way cuter than me, so I figure it's all for the better anyway.

Mea Culpa

My apologies, kiddos. I know that I've been positively derelict in my duty to post original content recently. I have just been inundated with work, travel, etc. so I thought would give a quick rundown of some of the highlights (and lowlights) over the past few weeks:

* I had to dust off the ol' suit in order to go to 2 weddings in the past month. One was for my sister and one for my ex, both of which were lovely events. The only lowlight from the two events was that my sister's wedding was held in San Luis Obispo the one day that they got an inch and a half of rain ... and both the ceremony and reception were outside. Hello typhoon. The rain was so heavy that it soaked my suit and the dye in the suit bled through to my dress shirt, which is now also dyed. And ruined. I've never heard of this before.

* Below is a picture of my sister and her husband making the best of it all during their first dance. It should be noted that by this time she had changed out of her soaking wedding dress in order to avoid ruining it, and into what she basically wore over to the wedding site.

* To answer your question, no there were no suitable photos of me taken. I look like a drenched cat in each one. Sorry.

* Note to Kate -- better make it an indoor wedding or be prepared to offer umbrellas as wedding favors.

* Exy's wedding was nice, too, although I could have used a couple more glasses of sangria. Oh well, at least Olivia looked cute:

* Brian (my son) got his first visit from the tooth fairy, as he had 2 of his baby teeth removed by the dentist since his permanent teeth were coming in. I wasn't sure what the going rate was and he was expecting coins, so hopefully $1 per tooth was okay. Shit, I don't know. If that's way off, let me know.

* While driving this past week in the Bay Area, I noticed two atrocious vanity plates. First was a woman driving a Mercedes with the plate "BLNGGRL" which I presume is short for "Bling Girl" but which might as well be "MATERIALISTICWHORE."

The second was guy driving a Nissan 300ZX with leather side mirror protectors and the plate "SP9DOC" and blasting A Ha's "Take On Me." What a moron. I wouldn't let him adjust my spine with Jessica Alba's hands.

* I went to the gym last night and noticed a guy with THICK ASS hair on his shoulders. It looked like bark. Coincidentally, I had a dream that a Sasquatch was working out in my gym. Odd.

* Rugby practice is tonight, so I'll finally be able to break in one of the three new pair of boots that I recently bought. I should be shot.

Okay, that's about it for now. Hope everyone is doing well.

Olbermann Calls Bullshit

Classic Keith Olbermann smackdown of Bill O'Reilly and his total disregard for truth as it relates to some "facts" about war which were spouted on Fox News. Ouch. One only wishes that the media would come down as hard on the current administration and the candidates in these mid-term elections.

A Quick Note

I will continue with the next installment Celebrity Wellness Week, but I need to make my own wellness confession. I am insane.

I went to the semi-annual Canterbury rugby warehouse sale where you get fantastic stuff for really cheap. I went there to pick up some stuff for a few buddies that couldn't make it, while intending to get some studs for my current rugby boots (i.e., cleats), which are still in decent shape, and perhaps some clothing.

And then I got there and started looking at all the new rugby boots and started chatting with the guy running the sale ... and before you know it, I bought three (!) different pairs of rugby boots: a new pair for games, a molded pair for hard surfaces and another lightweight pair for training.

Now I spent less than $100 on all three pairs -- which is a steal -- but I went in there telling myself "Don't get seduced by the boots. You're in your late thirties and not going to play forever. You don't need new boots."

And somehow I walked out with not one, but three pairs.

I am insane.

In this instance, it's not you, it's me.

Pat Robertson -- Leg Pressing For God

In the latest “News of the Fictitious,” Pat Robertson recently announced that he can leg press 2,000 lbs. and even posted a video demonstrating his implausible leg strength.

Pat posted on his 100% accurate CBN website he can leg press up to one ton of weight with the help of an unnamed quack doctor. I quote:

"Pat Robertson worked out at the gym on an incline leg press machine with weights up to 570 pounds. Working with his physician, who was an amazing strength trainer, he worked up to 800 pounds, then 1,000 pounds. Then one day he was able to leg press 1,500 pounds one time. Then over the succeeding months, he trained with multiple reps of 1,200 pounds, 1,300 pounds, and 1,400 pounds.

One Saturday morning, his physician said, “I’ll get you bragging rights. Let’s go to 2,000 pounds.” Then he worked up multiple reps of 1,400 pounds, 1,500 pounds, 1,600 pounds, 1,700, pounds, 1,800 pounds and 1,900 pounds. When 2,000 pounds was put on the machine two men got on either side and helped push the load up, and then let it down on Mr. Robertson, who pushed it up one rep and let it go back down again.

Mr. Robertson warms up now at 500 pounds, and was shown on television with Kristi Watts doing 1000 pounds."

Now since this is Celebrity Wellness WeekTM and I am fascinated (some would say obsessed) with Pat Robertson, there is no way that I could let this news pass without some sort of commentary.

Now let’s get to the obvious. My first thought was “There is NO fucking way that Pat Robertson could legitimately leg press 2,000 lbs. We’re talking about a fucking ton. That’s equal to one Mazda Miata … or eight Star Jones. This is utter bullshit.”

Not to toot my own horn, but I am pretty strong and have big tree trunk type legs, so I have a hard time believing that some dude who’s almost twice my age can lift more than me. Hearing Pat’s claims reminds me of the time when my old 50-ish year old manager at Qwest offered me unsolicited workout advice. Uhh, thanks again Hopkins.

My disbelief was shared by many others, including Clay Travis of CBS SportsLine.com who called the 2,000-pound assertion impossible in a column this past week> Travis wrote that the leg-press record for football players at Florida State University is 1,335 lbs, which is 665 pounds less than Robertson’s claim. Andy Zucker, a strength-training coach at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, said leg presses of more than 1,000 pounds represent "a Herculean effort, and 2,000 pounds is a whole other story."

But then I watched the video, which was both captivating and enlightening:



Now granted, it was only 1,0000 lbs. But still, it’s clear that that I (and others) owe Pat a big apology for questioning his leg strength and doubting his leg pressing aptitude.

But before I so apologize, I have a few observations about the video:

* Near the beginning of the video, Pat claims not to have worked legs for months but for some reason he’s inspired to load it up and just go for it. Wow! Imagine if he trained his legs regularly!

* Now at first glance, it appears that he’s barely moving the weight more than a few inches. And upon closer inspection, it … well, still appears like he’s barely moving the weight more than a few inches. So at least there’s no funny camera tricks going on here.

* You will also notice that Pat never releases the safety latches (and thereby allow the let the weight actually lower farther than 4 inches) and that he’s using his hands the hold time to steady his legs. What a pussy. Seriously, Pat, if you have faith in Jesus, I’m sure that he will spot you and keep the weight from crushing your legs and thereby crippling you. Of course, I’m hoping that that will actually happen to you.

* Where the hell did Robertson even find a machine that could hold 2,000 pounds at one time? The leg press machine at my gym only holds about 900 lbs., so whatever crazy contraption Robertson is working on has to be extremely hazardous. Having unprotected sex with Charlie Sheen has to be safer than working out on that machine.

* I’ve not seen Pat’s 2,000 lb. leg press, but I imagine that there are rockets or shock absorbers in it which assist with the weight. Either that or Pat prays to God, who somehow halts the laws of gravity until Robertson can finish his set. This strikes me as plausible because God strikes me as a big fan of power lifting.

After watching this, I still don’t know what the purpose is of this whole thing. To pimp his patented “power shake” that he markets on the CBN website? He…, uhhh, I mean God couldn’t possible need any more money. Was it to point out how utterly ridiculous and conceited Robertson is? If so, they’re already preaching to the choir on that one.

And yet, I have a hard time that Pat would lie about anything. Well, anything except for anything to do with religion and politics.

So the only thing I can conclude is that Pat is a huge fan of this blog and wanted to be recognized during this inaugural Celebrity Wellness WeekTM by leg pressing for Jesus.

Either that, or he’s just a completely insane, narcisstic freak that can’t help resist the urge to be in the limelight. You know, that could be it.

Tomorrow’s post - Ben Affleck should never play rugby.