<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756062</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:04:49.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bear's Den</title><subtitle type='html'>Caustic editorial reviews that will chew on your soul and flay your grey matter.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://curtisebear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curtisebear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Curtis E. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598221729421489901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756062.post-106304417585982447</id><published>2003-09-08T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T15:00:10.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I partook in a discussion with a few friends yesterday which somehow degenerated into an argument over the infamous kiss between Madonna and Brittney Spears.  Now I know you guys are already reaching for books/binders/cats to hide the tent you're currently pitching from view just from the mention of said event, but for the sake of your dignity, restrain yourselves.  While Ms. Spears is exceptionally visually stimulating, watching her get mauled by a hideous, 45 year old Vegas cocktail waitress made of gator hide just doesn't do it for me.  Besides, andbody with sense knows that this kiss was arranged by the media in the first place as a publicity stunt to give Madonna a shove back into the public eye.  If these two women were in actuality engaging in some sort of legitemate relationship, presenting it to the media as a spectacle would only devalue it by turning it into something commercial.  Consider for a moment that any celebrities involved with regular people they actually care about never parade their partiner about as a trophy.  I have concluded that it is either because they don't want their beau to be scrutinized by fanboys, or because there is no profit to be gained through the exposure of somebody nobody knows to the public, that these celebrities involved with real people keep their personal lives quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well frankly Mr. Meadia conglomerate, I could do without the stye.  I'm sorry but there is just no way that a carcass which has consumed more meat than a prehistoric predatory dynamo could peak my interest.  She has lost her appeal people.  It's time for Madonna to go the way of Old Yeller, and yes, I am suggesting someone takes her out back and fires two rounds into her head, as well as her crotch for her insufferable acting 'career'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my opinions and views, and if you disagree, you can either sign my guestbook or juggle my balls, because I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Curtis E. Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5756062-106304417585982447?l=curtisebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756062/posts/default/106304417585982447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756062/posts/default/106304417585982447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curtisebear.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106304417585982447' title=''/><author><name>Curtis E. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598221729421489901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5756062.post-106245213091501935</id><published>2003-09-01T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T17:35:30.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll stimulate your interest with cynical opinionative reviews of current events, movies, music, or whatever the hell I feel like debasing or supporting.  You will be hearing from me some time soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5756062-106245213091501935?l=curtisebear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756062/posts/default/106245213091501935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5756062/posts/default/106245213091501935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://curtisebear.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106245213091501935' title=''/><author><name>Curtis E. Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00598221729421489901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
