Are You A Bad Enough Dude To Save The President?

I think the aforementioned is the preeminent question for any man living in our modern world. Men are quickly becoming an endangered species. We're constantly berated by the Lorena Bobbitts of institutionalized feminism. Men who cry at things that aren't funeral or weddings are celebrated. They even tried to make us wear body spray. We're no longer capable of defeating the Dragon Ninja and rescuing President Ronnie.


So, boys, the next time you're getting your nails done or getting your bikini waxed or getting together with your five female friends (who won't fuck you) to watch a Sex and the City marathon, ask yourself this:

Am I a bad enough dude to save the president?