Balls, nuts, plums, rocks, bollocks, nads, gonads, sack (collective), nuggets, Cracker Jacks, stones, kerbangers, marbles, tenders, cullions, bells, pelotas, nutsack, bollocks, family jewels, gems, cojones, junk, package, manjigglies, Man tonsils, Knackers, Cods, love spuds, hanging brain, ornaments, two veg. Whatever you call them these fellows have them and they are large and made of diamond coated titanium dipped in kevlar wrapped in two inch unobtainium  spikes. It is a marvel of audacity. A new high water mark for bold and brash behavior. Dare I say it is nearly fly-esque in its outlandish fearlessness? At what point do we just say, fuquet. We are beaten. No fight left in this dog, drag us to the kennel and chain us to the door. Feed us when you remember and bury us when we die please.

Is there nothing that stirs the American to anger? To action? I mean, seriously?

Could you do it?