You could hardly ask for a more poignant emblem of the hollow braggadocio of the West at twilight than the big, beefy, bulked-up shoulder pads and helmets of Penn State football, and the small stunted figures inside.
***
Oh, and David Brooks has a NYT column, and Mark Steyn doesn’t.
Kitty Genovese is the global warming of urban crime.
(Also: after trying to sit through Adam Carolla’s painful interview with the douchenozzle director of The Boondock Saints, I’m even less eager to watch it than ever.)
