The only time the great man really registered my presence after an hour of basically fruitless questioning, was when he reached out, felt my upper arm, and asked 'Do you work out?'
It's a shame that so very often people need to bring 'Bush Bashing' into a completely unrelated topic. If it weren't for the inclusion of that unnecessary bit, I would have given this article a 'near perfect' score.
I thought that his depiction of queers and militant feminists hijacking the muscle culture was right-on. The late-night TV commercials for homosexual chat lines that I'm forced to view when I switch on South Park reruns make my skin crawl, with endless photos of queers working out and of references to 'meeting at the gym'..
Hopefully this new Bond movie will spur a renewed appreciation of true manliness and a rejection of the hideous metrosexual ethic.