300

"...Leonidas, though, is just getting started; he bellows about honor as he begins a decathalon (sic) of dishonor. Rampaging in his leather Speedo, he murders wounded enemies, desecrates their remains, insults allies and confuses death with glory..."

And your point, pencilneckgeekboy? Okay, I could do without the speedo's, but I'm sure Lisa will appreciate the view and that's called being a grownup who realizes there can be different strokes for different folks. I selected this particular review of 300 as what to look for when a cringing moonbat has a hand at describing anything other than the perfect pot of coffee. 300 is of course an artsy-schmartzy look at one of the most famous of ALL battles the world has ever known, and when portraying a battle, you see, battling is most appropriate. Comparing YOUR definition of honor, dearest little Kyle, with that of Leo, is hubris at its most vainglorious.

I'm not one to stand in long lines (except perhaps to leave water at Jimmy Carter's grave), so Lisa and I will attend 300 as soon as the clamor ebbs.