A few days ago, one of my colleagues, the despicable Thane Economou, wrote an article not only condemning the greatest actor of our generation (Michael Madsen), he personally attacked this esteemed reporter here.

You see, Mr Economou, we live now in a new era. No longer do we live in an age where my name can be smeared, where I can be swift boated off the soap box of my blog! We live now in an era of hope, an era of decency and maturity, where your tainted and unproven …

Last week, Michael Madsen physically assaulted National Lampoon reporter Matt Zaller during an interview where Zaller accidentally referred to Madsen as retarded. An honest mistake that was severely punished.

This act of violence was met by praise from the liberal media, in the form of left-winged National Lampoon writer Gabe Grossman. In Grossman’s piece “An Ode To Michael Madsen,” he wrote in the days following the attack:

“Sing, goddess, the anger of Mad’s son Michael
And its devastation, which put pain thousandfold upon
Zaller and his Zaz.”

Finishing Grossman’s heroic ode to …

Sing, goddess, the anger of Mad’s son Michael
And its devastation, which put pain thousandfold upon
Zaller and his Zaz.

What was it then set them together in bitter collision?
The sad sombrero, or the menacing moustache—marauding
in guise of greater guile?
Strike up in your mind’s eye, noble Madsen
Just how you’ve made alien your most loyal
Apostle, who preached your gospel and sung your praise:

Yes, Madsen: mind most high
(whose penis prevails perpetual
the proof of which lies potent
in the pudding of Zaller’s visage)
scholar and renaissance man,
who no doubt appreciates this English heroic verse,
why forsake ye your truest …