The adventures of a 40-year-old, beer-drinking, porno-consuming wrestling fanatic with Down’s Syndrome.

Akin to being boiled alive in assorted spices and oils, but only after having your genitals pounded with an ax.

Chong nearly didn’t make her goal as cuts and abrasions threatened to end the gang bang.

Fuck J. Edgar Hoover. In a nation teeming with pricks, assholes, scoundrels, bastards, and SOBs, no one has been worse.

When the bloodshed is sponsored by the government, it becomes wholly unacceptable.

Halfway through Capturing The Friedmans I was thinking that the opening line to my impending review would be, “And you’re surprised Kafka was a Jew.” But then director Andrew Jarecki turned the tables on me. Almost completely. Instead of leaving me with a clear idea of what to think and believe, Jarecki (thankfully) left me…