You bet it is. The Editors have closed their eyes, held their collective noses, and given a thumbs-up to the latest BRK thinly-disguised-as-writing screed to be published. We believe 3:00pm is our target for launch.

In what has become tradition, it’s time for the BRK Self-Flame of Perpetual Indulgence.

“I graduated high school only because of the illegal and immoral activities I volunteered to endure at the hands of Miss McArthy, A.A.R.P., my 12th grade English teacher. My inability to type with my swollen and infected fingers is only surpassed by my limited and often double-vision that has resulted from keeping my second LCD looping bestiality p@rn. My experience with a hunter consists of watching Lord of the Rings 109 times in its entirety, alone, in the dark, with a crate of soggy Doritos I found beside the dumpster at 7-11.

“And I could write a better column than BRK.”

Edit: Well, it worked. Our self-flame wasn’t stolen by our good friend and posted as his own. D@mn shame, actually.