Then he remembers that he's Mark-motherfucking-Steyn, goddamit!
As I noted before, for Steyn, it's all about the cock.
UPDATE: A nice run-down of the shittiness here.
I don’t understand it. I really don’t. You could find more informed and enlightened commentary by interviewing the guy on the 39 Bus in Boston who thinks he’s the Invisible Man. Why isn’t he being paid six figures to write weekly columns for the National Review? Hell, he wouldn’t even require all that money- just give him a cheeseburger, and he’ll gladly pen 3,000 words explaining why people who get shot by angry psychopaths deserved to die because they didn’t pack heat and/or were Muslamoatheists. What the hell.Exactly. Not to mention that if any of these people actually found themselves in a dangerous situation, they would quickly start to resemble Bill Paxton's tough-talking, fake spy when confronted with Schwarzenegger in True Lies. ("I got a really small dick. It's pathetic," is the exact line, for those shockingly unfamiliar with the movie. There is some pants-pissing involved, too, if I remember correctly.)