I have seen amazing things over the last Week In Bacon. Things that have made me question some of my core values (outside of my pure, unflinching love of bacon).

First, the hope: Bacon/Doughnut '08 - Taste We Can Believe In.
It has changed my life and made me rethink my cynical, East Coast Media Elite ways and think politics can be a place of hope, change and deliciousness.

(Of course I said the same thing about their "Vote Han Solo/Chewie '08" shirt too.)

Of course this T-shirt is a satire of the the campaign logo used by Democratic Presidential nominee Barack Obama. I did a quick search and could not find a "Bacon First" tee making fun of Republican John McCain's campaign slogan...but now that I've said it, I think I'll be spending some time on CafePress this afternoon.

MEANWHILE, in other bacon news...brace yourselves. We've uncovered and showcased some pretty radical, mind-blowing and heart-collapsing bacon dishes here on the NXT Desk. How can any of us forget The Luther Burger.

But that doughnut bookended delicacy was minor indigestion compared to artery bomb that isThe Bacon Hamburger Fatty Melt. Read that again - "The Bacon Hamburger Fatty Melt," or as "A Hamburger Today" calls it, "A bacon burger with two bacon-stuffed grilled cheese sandwiches as (a) bun."

...just writing that sentence makes my left arm go numb. I think it should be christened "The Doomwich."

Here is the story behind this Death Star of bacon hamburgers:
"A little more than a week ago, A Hamburger Today introduced the world to the Hamburger Fatty Melt, a burger with grilled cheese sandwiches as its bun. And what did the world do?
It spit in our face.
Here on this site, and on other sites where it was blogged about, all we heard was, "Where's the bacon?"

So they did what all great American thinkers - from Chevrolet and Ford to Microsoft - do, they made it bigger and more awesome (and also more deadly.)

I look at this beautiful, delicious monstrosity and I feel like I have stared into the sun, heard the one true word, seen the meaning of life and glimpsed the great beyond.

It makes me know fear, I want to eat it, knowing that it could quite possibly be the end of me.

If it does, make sure they put on my statue, "He lived like he died...a Hero."

Or something like that.

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