That’s what he claims, anyway, while shilling “age-defying” health drinks which apparently give you superpowers.

“Age-defying?”  What about “gravity-defying?”  Not to mention “common-sense-defying.”

But maybe I’m wrong.  Maybe Pat Robertson really can leg press 2000 pounds. 

I’d really, really like to see Pat Robertson strapped to a table somewhere, with 2000 pounds being slowly lowered down on top of him.  This would be Pat’s big chance to show us just how fantastic his drink-powered leg presses really are.

In fact, I would like to see this on Pay-Per-View.

Then we could all see just what an honest man Pat Robertson really is.

Nice catch from my buddy Mike Irwin. 

That’s what he claims, anyway, while shilling “age-defying” health drinks which apparently give you superpowers.

“Age-defying?”  What about “gravity-defying?”  Not to mention “common-sense-defying.”

But maybe I’m wrong.  Maybe Pat Robertson really can leg press 2000 pounds. 

I’d really, really like to see Pat Robertson strapped to a table somewhere, with 2000 pounds being slowly lowered down on top of him.  This would be Pat’s big chance to show us just how fantastic his drink-powered leg presses really are.

In fact, I would like to see this on Pay-Per-View.

Then we could all see just what an honest man Pat Robertson really is.

Nice catch from my buddy Mike Irwin. 

Jon catches
likely GOP presidential candidate Sen. John McCain transforming a piece
of crude realpolitik into a symbol of American generosity.

Last I checked, “straight talk” didn’t involve boatloads of feel-good crap.

[fuming, then adding this a few minutes later:] 

And
on the subject of McCain: back in 2000, I covered the GOP and
Democratic conventions in person for Working Assets’ old radio
project.  And I got a real eyeful of how craven McCain can actually be.

Even
after McCain had tried to play to his Maverick

Snuck away to Pasadena for a few hours today, accompanied by some friends I met via a certain game show, to play informally with the CalTech quizbowl team.

The guys were splendid hosts, in addition to being freakishly intelligent.  The following Q/A exchange was typical — and I am so not exaggerating.

Q: This Pacific island, which takes its name from the word for sulfur —

ding! 

A. — Iwo Jima!

Yipe.

Mostly I kept very quiet.  Although I did get to buzz in occasionally with “human finger!” or “boxers!” or the like.

All in all, the CalTechies were a total blast to hang out around, compete against, match wits with, and dangle prepositions as a result of.  

So, my public thanks.

Sing along with Kim Jong Il! [link dead, see below]

(Seriously.)

The North Korean song of National Defense given the Mitch Miller treatment.  Truly odd. 

Makes me worry about them both more and less, simultaneously.

First noticed via Boing Boing, which is truly wonderful every day.

UPDATE: The North Koreans seem to be blocking access to the site now, but you can still get there by visiting http://www.korea-dpr.com/ — be sure to be terribly impressed by the giant hydroelectric plant in the logo — then clicking the flag to enter, then clicking on “Friendship,” and then clicking on the KFA Star.

I do not, however, recommend actually joining or supporting the KFA, unless you’re the sort of person who thinks large hydroelectric plants administered by police states really ought to be something to sing about.