KY State Fair Offers New Level of Dietary Mayhem

So you may have already heard about the Krispy Kreme cheeseburger making the rounds at state fairs across the country this summer. Our very own KY state fair was certainly no exception--we've been reading about this type 2 monstrosity in the local paper for a couple weeks now.

This shouldn't be totally surprising, there's a long-standing tradition of gastronomic oddities associated with the American state fair. It seems like there is always some sort of outrageously ill-conceived novelty snack invented every decade or so that specifically attempts to cash in on the state fair diabetes fervor. Consider: elephant ears/funnel cakes, corn dogs, cotton candy, Dippin' Dots (AKA "The Ice Cream of the Future"), steak-on-a-stick, etc. Obesity is the mother of invention, I guess.

But the Krispy Kreme cheeseburger does seem to be taking things a little far, doesn't it? It lacks nuance of any kind & seems so over-the-top in such a obvious way--I find it a little insulting in it's lack of subtlety--too many elements showcased into one package (Fried dough! Sugary glaze! Cheese! Bacon! Uh, mayo?), but I suppose that would be the point, right? And it is kind of a perfect food item metaphor: it symbolizes the current brand of don't-tread-on-me, in-yer-face, self-destructive libertarianism that perfectly reflects the political feelings of those who are most likely to consume it: "What? You socialist Obamacare commies are worried about my health? Well, F-you! I'll really give you something to worry about...nom-nom-nom...!"

(Due props to that guy in the video for the slammin' 'stache, tho)

Bon Apetit, Kentucky!

Reds' Second Stringer Makes Bold Facial Statement

Readers, I've been almost afraid to talk about my beloved Cincinnati Reds this season for fear that my blatant attention will cause them to start sucking again (i.e. return to the Cincy status quo). That always seems to be the case, anyway: as soon as I allow myself to become emotionally invested in a sports team (which hardly ever happens, by the way) they reward me by promptly going south, breaking my heart via devastating and/or embarrassing failure/loss/stupidity. So I'll admit to indulging in a little magical thinking--insofar as it pertains to negative karma--it just comes with the territory when you are brought up a certain way (read: Catholic).

So anyway, That fellow there is just another reason to be excited about our boys from the "Queen City of the West" this year: check out the 'stache on Corky Miller! We Louisvillians are used to seeing old Porky there intermittently as the catcher for the Reds' AAA farm team (the Louisville Bats) whenever he's hitting especially bad (like right now). So he may be a shitty sub-.300 hitter, but he's got a major league-worthy mustache, and for that we salute you, Corky!