A wine critic — a fucking wine critic — for the Los Angeles time has taken it upon himself to write about something he knows absolutely nothing about: real men.

In this case, grape-sniffing Matthew DeBord takes on Gen. David Petraeus.

I’ll leave it to a better man than myself (Uncle Jimbo) to offer the proper, measured response:

Why he is s wine critic of course, a member of that utterly useless class of wankers who spend their time swirling grape juice in glasses and then making up utterly pretentious bullshit about it. If there is someone who has less business sassing his betters it is someone whose livelihood consists of tossing out vital tidbits concocted in his mushy brain…

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Do the planet a favor Mr. DeBord and STFU about real men. Your attempt to portray Gen. Petraeus as a chickenhawk is the weakest of all arguments especially coming from someone who could only charitably be called even a girly man. Go back to your fern-filled loft and compare notes on the latest swill turned out by the grape-stompers. You need to leave the important business of who shall lead our country in war to those whose concept of it has progressed farther than fashion commentary about a man whose glass you are not fit to fill.

Yeah. What he said.