Jackal Justice?

Holy fuck. This sounds kind of jackal, but I could only endorse it the man's actions were entirely premeditated, which would be really hard to prove. Jackals, is this justice? He did attack someone with a cleaver. This is up for Jackalest News Story Ever. The Middle East is so fucked up.

J(s)OTD: Brazilians

Kicking ass because they decided it sucks being dependent on foreign oil in the 1970s and actually did something about it.

JOTD: Self Nomination

When The Shit Goes Down...

Glenn Beck and Sarah Palin are going to have some pissed off African Americans on their hands when they show up. Can I be a white Black Panther for a day? 

Uh oh: Paul Craig Roberts

Anyone want some of Paul Craig Roberts' Kool Aid? Anybody in the Den who is a real live ninja knows that BMR don't trust clones with three names. If you have three names, you're either a clone or a chick who doesn't want to "take a man's name" and in that case, you should go get a strapon and stop shaving your armpits. Well in this case, you're a crazy motherfuckin' white dude who needs to be put asleep. I don't know what this picture is supposed to be, but it's bound to get some rednecks fired up. Anyhow, can't blame them, I felt that pissed when G Dubs was driving this beautiful bitch into the swamp with the kids in the backseat.

J(s)OTD: The Finns

O'Doyle rules! Fuck you, Newsweek! Jackal Mission: marry a Finn.

For all my kicked down ass ninjas, ninja.

Browndog, SS, and probably Shote Sleves, looking at you guys on this one.

Friday Hottie: Sofia Vergara

JOTD: LenDale White

Wow. Well done sir. Well done indeed.

GCOTD: Today August 7, 2010

6:40am: Wake up with a very mild hangover, extreme tiredness, and cigar mouth after having only 4 hours of sleep.
6:50am: Go downstairs into my shitty dirty house with no wife and no dog and try to go back to sleep on the couch while drinking Gatorade and watching SportsCenter.
8:30am: Realize only a full breakfast including coffee will get rid of the crappy way I feel and the cigar mouth.
8:31am: Remember my fucking coffee pot is broken.
9:00am: Work up the courage to go to Starbucks for coffee and breakfast.
10:00am: Confirm that Billy isn't going to the 1pm card game with me.
11:00am: Take my car to the car wash on my way to Robeks and Annapolis to play in a charity poker tournament with Miller.
12:30am: Realize Annapolis is full of 25,000 douchebags and only 15 parking spots all of which are already taken. Texting with Miller.
1:00pm: Arrive at the bar right as the tourney is about to start and can't find Miller.
1:05pm: Confirm that Miller is still at home in bed, leave bar pissed off and walk the mile back to my car.
2:10pm: Arrive back to my shitty house with no wife and no dog and do some laundry and eat some lunch.
3:00pm Finish up laundry and my eighth miserable trip to the toilet today, apparently I ate poison, and get read to head to the park to play bball.
3:30pm: Arrive at the park to find it empty. Drive right passed it pissed off. Turn around and see a group of four guys have arrived, decide to shoot around for a bit to see if more people show up.
4:30pm: Give up on more people showing up. Beautiful day now officially wasted.
4:45pm: Return to my shitty house with no wife and no dog again.
5:00pm: Play video games and do more laundry. Enjoy neither activity. Text with Billy about hanging out and maybe playing cards at night.
7:30pm: After texting Billy and getting no response for 15 minutes decide to shower.
7:50pm: Come up with awesome idea that I will go to McGintys for dinner and I'll sit at the bar and have some Guinness and corned beef and cabbage and I'm cool so people will chat with me and it'll be cool and I'll feel like my life is ok.
8:15pm: Arrive at McGinty's and realize how terrible this idea was.
8:20pm: Arrive at different restaurant where I will feel like less of a loser because it has bigger TVs and settle into the bar and order a Guinness.
8:35 pm: Eat Jalapeno Cornbread that surprisingly came with my salad. Only positive part of the day.
8:50pm: Actually starting to enjoy the meal as I am halfway through my rotisserie chicken when all of a sudden BAM busted chick and gay dude arrive and sit basically right on top of me and the chick has so much cocoa butter on I almost puke all over myself.
8:55pm: They order drinks and get carded. I didn't get carded. I make joke to fat waitress about how she made me feel old. I am old. And a loser. Joke isn't that funny.
9:00pm: Ask for check.
9:45pm: After arriving back at my shitty house with no wife and no dog decide to blog about my day.