I previously have linked to the astounding Iowahawk, whose devasting demolitions of the pompous and fat-headed are a modern wonder of civilisation.

But at last he wildly misses the mark, in his new piece lauding the virtues of his new red jump-suit:

Something about being clad in a jumpsuit gives a man renewed confidence, a glint in his eye, a virile take-charge swagger. I ordered Tammi Jo to the TV room to watch her story shows while I prepared our traditional Christmas brunch of tamales, pineapple, and tequila.

Later on, after Judge Judy, she "showed her appreciation," if you "know what I mean."  Which is "sex." She of course insisted I keep the jumpsuit on.

What he seemingly fails to realise is that this infantilised romper-suit culture is not just a cutesy Xmas frolic for the randy denizens of Iowa. It is in real life sweeping University campuses in the UK.

Otherwise modestly intelligent students are flocking to buy garments called onesies and then wearing them not just in the privacy of their own squalid rooms but more generally.

It is no longer enough that these feeble post-modern culturally decontextualised  creatures are totally unable to think and behave like adults. They actually want to dress like babies!

AAAAAAAAAAARGH.

Calling Iowahawk!

Pour scorn on the Archbishop of Canterbury, Al Gore and other modern pastiches of intellectual thought. Sneer at the way Global Warming is leaving us all shivering. Mock the preening mountebank politicians who boss us around. 

But do, please, show some self-restraint.

Too much is at stake here. Certain issues are just not a laughing matter.