Category: Hathos Alert

GQ interviews Herman Cain about pizza. Most Hathos-y moment:

Chris Heath: What can you tell about a man by the type of pizza that he likes?

Herman Cain: [repeats the question aloud, then pauses for a long moment] The more toppings a man has on his pizza, I believe the more manly he is.

Chris Heath: Why is that?

Herman Cain: Because the more manly man is not afraid of abundance. [laughs]

Devin Gordon: Is that purely a meat question?

Herman Cain: A manly man don't want it piled high with vegetables! He would call that a sissy pizza. 

One form of catharsis within the Occupy movement:

The cringe-worthy lyrics give way to a pretty catchy PSA:

For those who don't know the original song:

[The PSA is] about the importance of cleaning up your dog’s poop to improve the water quality in Puget Sound featuring a spoof of "No Diggity" by Blackstreet called "Dog Doogity."

An oddly compelling mashup created by a Dish reader:

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Fuck yeah, America:

The Clinton body remains for me a constant reminder of Halloween. I still can't banish the visual of that beach shot with Hillary. How this tub of white lard was such a lady-killer says a huge amount about the man's seductive skills. On the other hand, rumors of Gore's sizable manhood are not exactly disproven by this picture.

(Via STFU Conservatives)

A reader writes:

Guys. GUYS. Have you seen this ad from Herman Cain's campaign? It looks like a Tim & Eric sketch. I love it. So much.

Dish verdict (like Weigel's): fucking awesome. The cigarette is inspired; and the Cain slo-mo grin … well, words fail.

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"Down twinkles" times infinity:

The definition of hathos, for new Dish readers not in the know:

Hathos is the attraction to something you really can't stand; it's the compulsion of revulsion.

Fake and yet still creepy:

Glenn Beck rolls out his all-American charity/clothing line:

Via Alyssa Rosenberg, who comments:

The clothes are basically J. Crew-meets-Ed Hardy-by-way-of-Etsy. There are lots of polo shirts and fleeces (interestingly, no women’s apparel) with radiant hearts, snakes, and skulls-and-crossbones declaring “Death to Tyranny.” As popping-your-collar-and-getting-annoyed-about-government gear goes, it’s fine, though unlikely to ignite a fashion revolution, particularly when the polos start at $65 and the fleeces at $85 (you can get a t-shirt for as little as $25). And I’m not wildly optimistic that 1791?s going to spark a revolution in American-made textiles, though the idea of Glenn Beck in period clothing hectoring Lowell Mill Girls seems strangely apt.