Alkahest my heroes have always died at the end

“I’m the bearded lady! Who are you, one of the freaks?”

This explains everything. Apparently those of us that are blessed with beards are deemed to be more credible than our clean shaven brethren. At least that seems to be the case for neat, medium length beards. And unless we’re trying to sell underwear… go figure.

I wonder if there’s trust-worthiness scale for beard-type? Inter-webz to the rescue:

Please note that my full beard is very trustworthy. My father’s “cop mustache” aka “The Burt Reynolds” is mildly trustworthy. And my brother’s, circa 2000, soul patch put him somewhere between threatening and dangerous.

and their elitist spelling and grammar

Now I want to be professor Claus when I grow up. I wonder where you can find Nietzsche sweaters?

Courtesy of xkcd:

If you haven’t seen World Domination Battle yet, you really need to.  I could try to write something profound about how nice it is to see the Internet as a platform for game delivery, but instead I’ll just say that it’s a lot of fun.  No matter who your favorite (or least favorite) world leader is – they’re made fun of.

Pat Robertson’s almost 77 years old.  Unfortunately, I don’t think the lord will call him home any time soon because it’s just too much fun to lie to him.