I see a man siting on an IKEA chair, and the chair is biting his leg

I really, really promise this is my last word on this "Some Cranky Guy" assclown.

Upon re-reading my vicious attack on him, I have no idea how he got it in his head he was a wingnut; I can't see anything commenting on his political views beyond my reference to "Mr. Patriotic Crankypants". Score two for jumping to conclusions.

But I said "what the hell" and read a little more of his blog, as he recommended. And it's much worse.

Apparently we've got another James Lileks, folks.

He's a political atheist, "a pox on both their houses" type, unlike The Man From Fuddles, but the signs are there.

Hatred of MOOOOSLIM terrorists (a redundancy! Hah!) and their filthy eastern ways: check.

Fretting about kids these days: check.

There are the usual teen mall rats; guys walking with their pants dragging on the ground behind them like bad wedding gowns, and pre-teen girls wearing Tammy Faye Baker makeup and ultra-mini-skirts. (Makes me wonder if parents even exist anymore…….)

Fretting about our declining culture: check.

In television shows I see people lying and cheating and stealing, and those are the situation comedies! I see no character anywhere who is ethical or honest. Movies? Forget it. Video games? The opposite actually, with games of violence and stealing cars and murdering people.

Riveting accounts of shopping trips: check, check and check.

Anyhoo, IKEA is a Swedish company that is apparently developing a near cult following. Somehow, I’ve managed to go a year, maybe more, without checking IKEA off my list of things I gotta do before I die. My bucket list.

I did it today though. My wife and I were at a really great store - CompUSA, now owned by Tiger Direct. They had all kinds of great computer stuff, from pure geek PC guts to full gaming machines and everything in between. From there we stopped at the Christian bookstore near Sawgrass, and well, we practically had to go right by IKEA to get home, so I figured, what the hell.

Lileks II: Electric Boogaloo.

All he needs now is a small child named after an annoying insect and he's set.