By my calculations, it takes about six years for the light from massive and highly polished egos of the David Brooks' Adult table to reach lowlife nobodies like me, so I don't have a the first idea what sort of exotic dishes they serving up there. Ambien souffle? Braised medallions of Ibogaine? All I know for sure is that they're all severely corvidae-intolerant at the Adult Table, so none of them will be touching any of the roasted, barbecued, poached or fricasseed crow rotting in piles the size of mountain ranges around their dining area, but beyond that I have no idea.
What I do know is that I would rather share month-old shit-on-a-shingle with this guy at the Kiddie Table (Not Safe For Work) --
-- than share one bite of the finest aged Uruguayan grass-fed filet mignon Del Campo's has to offer with any of the Very Serious Brahmins who have killed honorable journalism in my country.
From Larry Flynt:
Just like Charlie Hebdo, HUSTLER has a long tradition of running parodies, satirical images, and political cartoons. Tragedies like the one in Paris further underscore the importance of free speech and freedom of expression – including satire – and the duty citizens have to fight ideas with ideas, rather than violence. Our thoughts today are with those at Charlie Hebdo.