Catholicism Meets the Internet

Mamá is a virgin, heaven is reserved for the pure and you must not be gay. Homosexuality and Catholicism, even of the lapsed variety, mix like oil and water.

Years of guilty masturbation while mother sleeps next door dreaming of weddings. The only logical outcome is the transvestite. A man on sale with extras! Big boobs and a pair of dangling balls, a waxed ass to be used. Catholic men wearing wedding rings ride them like ponies all over the city. Pound out the lust, thrust away the guilt. Zip it up and go home.

Carpe Diem Spain

Logic, economics and poverty be damned! In Mariano Rayoy the Spanish elected the only man in the country too stubborn to blink. What nobody knows, because he won’t speak, is whether he is a Machiavellian genius or a weakling too indecisive to act. Everyone suspects the latter. Either way, his fate is sealed now. He is either the man who faced down the Germans or the mouse that ruined Spain forever.

  Despite the headlines Spain is still standing. Bloodied and maybe with a bit more sympathy for its fighting bulls than before la crisis, but standing nonetheless. While the troika mutters away on the sidelines it knows that Spain cannot fall. It is the wonky pillar that props up the euro.