Question of the day was: does Dean Cain have no balls, or is he just a bad actor? (Pretty boys trying to be tough)


I entertained an abbreviated misfortune this weekend.


It could have been worse. I could have been forced to sit through the entirety of Hallmark’s tedious Operation Cupcake, starring former pretty boy heartthrob, Dean Cain, of the 90’s chickdrama, Lois And Clark.


In this respect, it could have been worse, but I should not spend much time shooting holes in the typical Hallmark whitewashed, bland offering that only serves to fill an afternoon and soothe a frayed sense of modern female disembodiment. Nah, I won’t spend time talking about how bad this movie is. This movie belongs to that singular genre of tired small screen vapid drama so utterly bad that discussing its lack of artistry is akin to shooting fish in a pitcher of Brita filtered water.


The movie is bad, but who doesn’t know this, even those who like this type of thing?


Dean Cain stars as a military Colonel who is home for leave from his overseas station while his superiors decide whether to promote him to General. His return home is fraught with anguish and torment because the civilian life he encounters is nothing like what he was prepared for after serving so many years in the harsh military. His wife owns a bakery, and she is opening a second as the movie begins. Cain’s character, Griff Carson (yes, that is the name the writers blew out their collective uncreative asses), finds the new home and its insular family life a difficult fit. He is an interloper in the pussy-footed, feminized civilian world of foodies and baked goods.


Trashy plot aside, what struck me most was the presentation of Griff Carson and all the incongruencies that his televised character displayed. Much of Carson’s character is a deterrent textbook that men should watch carefully while assiduously jotting notes.


Dean Cain is asked to assume the macho role of a lifetime soldier and all the curt stoicism, no-nonsense gruffness that comes with it. Dean Cain fattened (bulked) up, apparently. His face expanded precipitously and it seems he hit the weights. His face lost any sense of chiseled masculinity, but somewhere behind those fleshy mounds, he maintained those pretty boy looks from 20 years ago. He has muscled up and in terms of physique, anyone could accept he might be a military man. No problem with this leap of faith…


…until we hear and watch Dean Cain (aka, Griff) in action.


This lumbering macho Army man suddenly becomes a restrained, repressed and over-civilized choppy Eurasian man. To watch Dean Cain sadly assume the role of a masculine man is to finally realize that a man’s bearing is truly his path to pussy riches or cock neediness. In Cain’s case, I can’t imagine it is anything but cock neediness. In fact, his personal life seems fraught with non-relationships lacking notable or praiseworthy acclaim for a man of his aesthetic gifts. In other words, if I had this dude’s looks, I would be getting laid 365 days a year by 365 different women, and perhaps, if I was feeling benevolent, I might let one of them slip in twice to account for leap years. This guy should not have a problem creating a steady stream of sexual buzz.









Alas, theres seems to be little buzz aside from suicidal country singers and cast off beauty pageant contestants. This is no surprise.


Listen to the man comport himself in this “Operation Cupcake” promo. Mind you, this is the career soldier who is trained to face down death, right?







His mannerisms and speech betray the fact that Cain has no masculine bone in his body. He is a pretty boy who never learned to be dirty and rough and his lineage probably contributed strongly to producing a pampered, sensitive boy who never learned to project his manhood. There are a few clips in this promo that spotlight the utter lack of rakishness this really good-looking guy is afflicted with, and hence his dearth of manly rambunctiousness.


He speaks and acts like a man who must behave, a man who is worried about appearing too strong. Pretty face, no balls.


Men, the take away: MAN is shaped and expanded by his fearlessness, not by his sparkling eyes.



The Highest Goal; the Lowest Goal. High Mind and Esteem, or Low Mind and Baseness. What do you choose?

The goal is not money, a house, a car, a retirement package that can support a Third World village for a year, a shiny office with title to match.

These are not goals.

They are byproducts of a diligent life well lived and selfless fortitude mixed with good doses of self-sacrifice. But objects and money are not goals, for anyone can share such “aims.”

Your goal as a person of High Mind and Esteem should be to dive into Life with courage and relentless pursuit of experience. Your goal is to milk each day, each moment, for all they offer without paying heed to the nagging, dehumanizing cultural admonition that material success is the only worthwhile end. The goal is to garner wisdom through victory and failure, the goal is to take each moment and nourish it with your own personal dose of curious exploitation.

Conversely, your goal as a person of Low Mind and Baseness is to fill your life with over-sized objects of glitter and gold, and other more illusory shadowy beacons of egotism.

The problem with Low goals is that they are only a means to an end and are burdened with the oppressive weight of an empty, utilitarian soul. Low goals never rise beyond, and they only encourage stunting of the human spirit. The High goal is discarded, or more commonly, never recognized.

Bring on the Trampoline Tramps!

I can’t stop watching this video!!

It’s so magnetic. It’s not even sensual. It’s just unadulterated animal lunging scooping out every trace of your last carnal pleasure.

This video lulls me with its high energy frenzied dynamite beat of racing limbs and bent thighs arching machine-gun like in razor thrusts of gooey ecstasy.

I want meself a Trampoline Tramp! Check out the burst of female jackhammer action shortly after the one minute mark. C’mon guys…tell me you wouldn’t like to feel some of that rat-a-tat-tat pussy envelopment as you lounge back in your well-worn mattress.

The Univision clip that is going viral and which I fell for this morning seems fake. I challenge someone to prove otherwise.

I’m convinced the video I posted this morning is fake…a staged maneuver by ideologues who resorted to tired stereotypes that even I fell for!

I believe it might have been staged by this man. But I have an open mind. Prove to me that this reporter is real. In a way, I hope this is not fake because otherwise it means the anti-illegal immigration crowd is truly naive and desperate for a voice.

Who is the mystery reporter???

mystery reporter

I don’t question it because I disagree with the sentiments of the Black man in the video. I feel he staged this…someone did. I agree with the staged opinions, and my only motive in questioning this is to rebuke disingenuous dialogue and staged scenes that feed on lazy generalizations to make a point.

Now I’m willing to accept this video as fact, however, I demand:

*Proof of the reporter’s name
*Proof she works for Univision

That’s all.

Channel 34 Univision reporter accuses man of being a “ressis” and gets owned.

More cringe-worthy refuse from those who purport to be “my” people and march empty-headed into the regurgitated sphere of irrelevant talking points, meandering non sequiturs and brainless leaps of logic.

Between her horrendous, stereotypical accent and grammar and embarrassing debate style, this reporter made quite a showing for herself. I have no idea the context, but this appears to be (I’m assuming) Los Angeles and the network is Univision’s local outlet, Channel 34. The subject at hand is an interview of two anti-illegal immigration protesters, one who appears to have been hurt.

Ah! More fodder to make most Mexican-Americans appear to be ignorant illegal immigration apologists whose only rebuttal to any person who argues against illegal immigration must involve a nonsensical string of Spanglish inanities and trite accusations.