RIP George “The Animal” Steele

RIP George “The Animal” Steele

George “The Animal” Steele will be missed.

If you grew up in the 1980s, you’ll remember his character on Saturday morning wrestling: the hairy back, the green tongue, the bald head. And who could forget his fondness for eating turnbuckles? He was a one-of-a kind “character,” in the truest sense of the word.

George “The Animal” Steele…about to grapple with Hulk Hogan for the title.

I had a chance to speak with Mr. Steele several times when I was working for a Pro Wrestling magazine. He was the opposite of his character. In real life, he had a Master’s Degree, was a devout Christian, and was a loving husband and father. He was far from the marauding beast he played on television.

A picture of Jim Myers (“The Animal”) away from the squared circle. He was a devout Christian and was married for many years.

George (whose real name was Jim Myers) started in Professional Wrestling back in the early 70s. It  was a way to supplement his meager income as a high school teacher. He quickly moved up the ranks, eventually becoming a fixture of the business. He wrestled all the top stars: Hulk Hogan, Andre the Giant, etc. He rose in popularity to the point where, eventually, Hollywood came knocking. George had a significant part in the movie Ed Wood, where he played an actor in one of Wood’s films.

Jim Myers (AKA George “The Animal” Steele) in the movie Ed Wood.

George created his character on the road, adapting it to the cheers and boos of the crowd. In that way, his character was different than today’s wrestling performers – many of whom have gimmicks created for them by the WWE production department. George’s gimmick was unique, and it was the byproduct of his brilliant mind for effective performance art. He was equivalent to a great circus performer from a forgotten era.

George Steele was a  fantastic entertainer. But more importantly, he was a virtuous and honorable man.

RIP…George “The Animal” Steele.

Insult of the Week: You’re a Duck-Fornicating Heathen!

Insult of the Week: You’re a Duck-Fornicating Heathen!

Today’s insult comes from the novel Tai-Pan, written by James Clavell. The novel’s hero, Dirk Straun, calls out to a Chinese sailor:

“You’re a duck-fornicating heathen!”

The insult involves a little research. As rumor has it, some Chinese men like to fornicate with their pet ducks. The fetish was described in the quintessential study on human sexuality—Paolo Mantegazza’s, The Sexual Relations of Mankind. Mantegazza noted that Chinese men would receive fellatio from their pet ducks, even going so far as to strangulate them before ejaculation.

Now I have no way to confirm or deny these rumors. That being said, I think that it’s an appropriate moment for a culinary offering.

Peking duck anyone?

“Let’s get it on…” *Sung in Marvin Gaye style*


When Quasimodo Realized He Was a Hunchback

When Quasimodo Realized He Was a Hunchback

One of the most heartbreaking scenes in literature comes from The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Quasimodo, resigned to his life as an outcast, falls in love with the beautiful Esmeralda. Up until then, he accepted his misfortune: tucked away in the enormous cathedral of Notre Dame, away from the humans that mocked him. Alone, yet provided for by the benevolent Archdeacon, Claude Frollo.

But that all changes when he falls in love. His poignant words, spoken to Esmeralda:

“I never realized my ugliness till now. When I compared myself with you, I pity myself indeed, poor unhappy monster that I am! I must seem to you like some awful beast, eh? You,-you are a sunbeam, a drop of dew, a bird’s song! As for me, I am something frightful, neither man nor beast,- a nondescript object, more hard, shapeless, and more trodden under foot than a pebble!”

Tragic, yet beautiful.

Of all pains on earth…nothing more severe than unrequited love. Nothing more searing than the idea that you’ll be forever alone. That the mountain of affection you possess will go wasted. That you’ll never kiss the lips that tug at your soul.

The scene also exemplifies why Victor Hugo was great – he wrote about the naked truth. He told the pressing story that others were too frightened to tell. Political correctness be damned. Happy endings be damned. Men like Quasimodo exist…and their stories are tragic. Don’t try to gloss over it. Don’t try to put makeup on it – it’s real and it’s heartbreaking.

Not everybody finds love. Some people die alone, unable to share the ocean of affection they have to give. They cry a million tears that nobody hears. It’s called tragedy, and it’s an integral part of the human experience.



3 Ways to Connect with People

3 Ways to Connect with People

Here are the three ways to connect with people—from worst to best:

3.) You Hate the Same Things

This is great during political season. You connect with people that you normally have nothing in common with. You might share a beer or coffee together, musing on the problems in the world. And you find out that you both hate Hillary Clinton, Donald Trump, Fidel Castro, etc. When you leave, you’ll have a renewed faith in humanity—you saw something in this person that was previously hidden to you. Now “they cool.”

But this is a weak connection. As the old saying goes, “Politics make strange bedfellows.” When the gestalt of the moment is gone, you’ll find yourself in the same place with this person—a relative stranger.

Be careful that you don’t overrate this type of connection.

2.) You Like the Same Things

Some people confuse this for love. You like baseball, she likes baseball. You like country music, she likes country music. You like sex, she likes sex. And on and on. These type of relationships become more common as we grow older, because our sphere of contact becomes smaller. We go fewer places. So people will “hook up” with one another at a place they both frequent, such as the gym – it’s mating through proximity.

This connection is ultimately flawed. Once the baseball game is over, or the concert lights have died down, then the ugly truth is revealed. And you’ll often find yourself at odds with this person. Their real nature is revealed, and you don’t like what you see – they turn out to be a liar, a thief, or a stubborn malcontent. What happened? Well, you were duped by the enjoyment of the moment, by the music of the evening. Your connection was momentary, influenced by external forces. The connection was missing an intrinsic glue at the fundamental level.

Be careful that you don’t overrate this type of connection.

1.) You Share the Same Values

This is the best connection; you both share a Weltanschauung on the world. Your understanding of integrity, respect and honor are similar. You operate from the fundamental framework of ideals, on what is best in principle. You both share similar understanding of the world.

Note that your values don’t need to be good—for every Bonnie, there’s a Clyde. For every Hitler, there’s an Eva Braun. There’s somebody out there for everyone. So you merely have to agree with the other person on a fundamental level. The hardware of your computers should be equal. The motors created in a similar factory.

This is the best type of connection – one that’s based on values.

Adam Smith: On Sending Your Adolescent Abroad

Adam Smith: On Sending Your Adolescent Abroad

Adam Smith discussed many things in The Wealth of Nations, not just economics. One interesting topic revolves around a father sending his son abroad for schooling. Smith frowned upon the idea, stating that it often produced a horrible result:

“He [the son] returns home more conceited, more dissipated, more unprincipled, and more incapable of any serious application….”

“By sending his son abroad, a father delivers himself…a son unemployed, neglected, and going to ruin before his eyes.”

Smith hits on an important point—adolescents are sometimes worse off when they leave home for college. As he points out they are more “conceited” and prone to “ruin.”

I’d say that Smith is generally right. In the United States, we do not send our children “abroad,” per se. However, the United States is large enough that adolescents can travel far away when going to college: from California to Wisconsin, from Florida to New York, etc. In these college years, adolescents can fall under the sway of different individuals: they can engage in drug use, premarital sex, etc. They can ruin themselves for life.

Would you send your daughter to a “party school”? Would you send your soon to a college that you knew was ripe with leftist indoctrination?

Parents should think twice…and tread carefully. Sending your child away for college is not an automatic recipe for success.

Who Occupies Your Mind?

Who Occupies Your Mind?

Imagine there was a podium in the middle of a town square. Only five speakers were allowed at the podium every day. The discussion topics were clearly outlined for the speakers, designed to improve the morale of the citizenry. The podium became the informational center of the town; it created the collective reality of the people that lived there.

Your mind is like that podium. Only a certain amount of conversations can be held every day. And what will the conversations be about? Will they improve your morale? Will they provide positive information to guide your life? These conversations in your mind will create the reality of your life.

The greatest challenge in life—removing negative conversations from your mind. Removing negative speakers from the podium.

You should learn to have prejudice. You should learn to discriminate. Not everybody has a worthy conversation, or a positive message. Many people merely want to pour their unhappiness into you. They’re unable to solve their problems, so they want to share their misery. They’re not looking for a solution—merely an audience.

Who occupies your mind? The answer should be clear—only the greatest thinkers of humanity. Only the people who are successful in life. Only the people who are active, instead of passive. Only the people who are “doers.”

There is a war for possession of your thoughts—you must fight to control the battlefield.

Where Can I Spit My Chewing Tobacco?

Where Can I Spit My Chewing Tobacco?

The pewter spittoon is a wonderful relic:

“Spittoons are containers made for spitting into, especially for those chewing tobacco. They were often placed in the home or in public places such as inns and taverns. This pewter spittoon has a removable lid so it can be emptied – a particularly unpleasant job.”

The pewter spittoon was a container to spit your tobacco into. You could find them in British homes, hotels, and bars during the 18th and 19th century.

“Spitting was a socially acceptable habit in the United Kingdom until the late 1880s…”

How many times have you needed a place to spit your chewing tobacco? If you’re like me, the answer is none…but that’s beside the point. Tobacco saliva needs a home, and the pewter spittoon is the perfect domicile. A welcome home. The perfect landing spot for projectile spit.

Having British sailors over for dinner? If so, I recommend that you purchase a pewter spittoon. You won’t be disappointed.

Buy yours today on Ebay: Pewter Spittoon for sale