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May 18, 2006
The Furnace Knows What I'm Talking 'Bout
I tells ya, I'm almost tired of all this pussyfooting and sophistry taking place over the course of the last two weeks' worth of strips. Not quite, but almost.
It reminds me of my youth many moons ago on a long off shore, where my best bud was a mod and living in a world of rockers. But the mods and rockers did not get along. In the midst of this rivalry my pal Jimmy, falls in love with a beautiful rocker girl, Maria. After a fight between the Mods and the Rockers, Jimmy ends up killing Maria's brother, Bernardo. Bitter over losing Maria's love and the death of Bernardo, Maria's Puerto Rican suitor, Chino, shoots Jimmy dead. After all of that goes down, Jimmy's pals Dave, Chalky and Spider challenge Ponyboy, Sodapop and Darry to meet by the flagpole after school at 5.15 to settle the score. Teacher Jaime Escalante sees the situation, however, and will not sit idly by while this goes down, knowing that it's time to stand and deliver. After 12 nights of practice, he brings the competing factions together for a talent show, where the truth is finally revealed that Cesario is actually Viola, who professes her love for America.
Smoke on your pipe and put that in!
Comments
Neither I or Stephen Pearcy have any idea what you're talking about.
But it's nice to see that Carmen is a neo-con again. At least for a day.
Posted by: The Furnace at May 18, 2006 01:10 PM
Notice that Carmen is insisting that they coyote's send more troops in, but that she's not doing any fighting herself. It says alot about some of the chickenhawks spouting off today, even if Stantis didn't intend it that way. I'm sure we're supposed to be siding againt "Cut and Run" Winslow, even though he's the one in the line of fire.
Posted by: Mysterio at May 18, 2006 08:13 PM
Don't fsck with the Wongs!
Posted by: j kendall at May 19, 2006 06:47 AM
Unforunately, I got all of that. By the way, Jaime Escalante came and taught at my high school in Sacramento, and was universally disliked and considered a dismal failure. My boyfriend used to throw his duffel bag on his chair every day so that he would be counted as "present," then skip with me in the auditorium.
And all of this makes more sense that PC these days.
Posted by: Kara at May 19, 2006 12:09 PM
