JURASSIC FIGHT CLUB

by Tracer Bullet, Staff Writer

Home today with a sick Baby Bullet which means a lot of the wretched offal that passes for children's programing these days. However, I've discovered the greatest melding of high science and low entertainment the world has ever seen.

Jurassic Fight Club, a pairing of advanced paleontology, computer imaging and drunken idiots watching animals fight. I love it. Want to watch a nanotyrannus break the back of a juvenile T-Rex? Oh, hell yes. Raptors (described as a cross between a Tasmanian devil, a wolverine and an eagle) ganging up to butcher a two-ton Tenontosaurus? I'm slapping myself with glee.

One could argue that this country should be using our mental energy and financial wherewithal to do something more important than watching "Dinosaur George" explain the physics behind prehistoric lizards hastening the process of extinction. I say, animals were put here only to provide me with food, clothing and laughs, and I applaud the History Channel for expanding my entertainment horizons into the Paleolithic Era. (Video after the jump.)