True enough.  But it turns out our little armor-plated friend is something of an anglophile.  So, while he’s not really up to dancing today, he could, probably, be talked into a pint or two—after which he’ll gladly join you in a game of darts, and maybe even a bar fight against whatever yuppified American wankers try switching off Manchester United in favor of a stupid Rockies game.

Dear Justin, You do know that I am a Jew, right?  So best not to press your luck, buddy.  Because I know people, if you get my meaning. Yours in sinister portent, protein wisdom ps.  The Stratfor brief you claim that I seem unaware of is actually linked in the very post you reference.  Not that I’d expect you’d read my entire entry before misrepresenting it, of course.  BECAUSE THEN

I was greeted this morning by hundreds of spammed trackbacks, and, being the obsessive compulsive site sentinnel that I am, I was compelled to do battle with each and every one of them—immediately!—until the last one was vanquished, its insidious plans, such as they were (does anybody ever click on these things?), foiled once and for all by my menacing willingness to repeat the same deletion process over and over