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July 06, 2006
Get Back Jojo
Feeling beaten down by the pressures placed on him by society to be something he's not, we find Winslow entering his beatnik stage. I can just envision him turning around, sneering at Carmen, and declaring:
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
He's leaping, he's loafing, soon he'll be on the road. In order to find the source of his machismo, he'll go to Venezuela, play the bongos with Hugo Chavez while Harry Belafonte sings the Banana Boat Song, and run around naked, chasing marmosets and sipping mimosas while eating samosas and pining for his ponderosa (reflecting on what a macho man that Michael Landon was). His competency and parking validated, he'll return home and howl. Just howl.
Comments
Defy The Establishment!
Posted by: JB at July 6, 2006 01:13 PM
When PC completely fails and no papers carry it anymore, what will happen with this website?
Do you maintain any others?
Posted by: MikeM at July 6, 2006 06:20 PM
I wish. I'm available to write for other websites, blogs, columns, weddings, and children's parties.
But seriously - if anyone wants to pay me to bitch about Scott Stantis and anything he does, just email me.
Posted by: The Furnace at July 6, 2006 10:08 PM
