We wisdomers will be spending this SuperBowl Sunday stuffing ourselves silly with sharp cheddar & jalapeno potato chips, mini-pretzel sticks, tater dogs, cayennesauce-drenched chicken wings, honey-mustard dolloped summer sausage slices (on cracked wheat crackers), dips of various hues and consistencies, pizza bites, fresh-cut veggies, icy spiced shrimp, mini-egg rolls, Chex mixes, and, to wash all this glut down, the blood of the children of, er… (uh, sorry, that’s the Israeli

Tired of your vegan buddies chirping about clogged arteries and environmental gluttony every time they catch you munching on a barbecued pork rind or tearing into a rare, rosemary-grilled hunk o’ cow (with a peppercorn-butter glaze)? Well, Samizdata’s David Carr has just the juicy rebutto-morsel you’ve been waiting for. Seems we spittle-fanged carnivores have it right after all. In fact, if evolution is any indicator, we can gleefully go on