Fraters Libertas

Oh yea, I guess I gotta buy it!

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My Captain is the centerfold
Captain is the centerfold

Okay, so he's not the centerfold. There's no amount of airbrushing on earth to make that possible. But reliable sources indicate that our comrade Captain Ed is gracing the pages of the most recent edition of Playboy Magazine. Kurt from Writing History has more:

First off congratulations to Ed Morrissey for his blog Captain's Quarters being cited by Playboy for being among the five winning political blogs.

I sure hope that Ed remembers who his real friends are when that invite to the Mansion shows up in the mail. Hint: not Atomizer.

After hearing that a fellow blogger was mentioned in Playboy, Kurt took advantage of the opportunity to pursue some further "research" on the magazine and compares the current version to the one he "read" as a youth:

That prompted me to look at Hugh's (that's Hefner, not Hewitt) magazine and see how well it has aged.

I remember getting into my father's Playboys when I was nine or ten years old. Kim Novak on a bear skin rug in front of a fireplace, Brubeck playing from the hi-fi. While I mixed the martinis in my smoking jacket. I couldn't wait to be an adult. The women back then were good breeding stock, big breasts and wide hips. To this day, I still turn my head if I see a woman wearing pink lipstick or nail polish. And after one, shall we say, overcame his initial excitement, there were interviews with Henry Miller, Jean-Paul Sartre, and Albert Schweitzer.

When I was old enough to actually buy Playboy myself everything had changed, the women were artificial and the interviews were with people like O.J. Simpson and John Denver.

Skip ahead thirty years. It's really amazing Playboy is being published at all. The advertisers must be desperate to reach anyone in the 18 to 25 male demographic. Desperate seems to be the operative word at Playboy these days. Young girls are still so desperate for fame they'll screw a spooky old guy like Hef. Unfortunately that never was much of a career starter. But hey girls, don't run away, hang around and maybe you could meet someone like Bill Maher. Want to know who can't get layed in Hollywood? Check out The World of Playboy feature in every issue, where we see candid photos of celebrities posing with those adorable bunnies. If you find an issue without Maher consider it collectable.

Ouch. Sounds like the budding playboy of today would be well advised to choose a classier "gentlemens" periodical. Perhaps something like Screw Magazine.