Entering a home with a bear skin rug is emasculating. It clearly indicates that your host is a rugged man of the wilderness whose testosterone-saturated hyper-masculinity demands that he rush naked through the forest, wrestly a wild grizzly to the ground, bite out its throat and then rip the bear's steaming skeleton from its carcass to furnish his parlor when lesser men would just go to the local carpetry warehouse and buy a cheap Afghan on sale. But going out and buying your own bear skin rug just makes you look like an also ran. How can you possibly one-up such a fearless display of rugged interior decorating?
Simple. Just travel back in time and rip the skeleton out of Hitler.
Wow. And here I thought the guys at the Hague were just a bunch of pussies.
Stamping on Hitler [Metro]
