As everybody on both sides of the country were already aware (and those in the middle vehemently denied and probably still do), Clay Aiken is one of them home - o -sechuls.
Hopefully this means that Aiken will completely reorient himself musically and start to come out with some music not designed and packaged for 93 year old Michigan state retirement home inmates. I want to see him do a cover of "Straight Outta Compton" and then, "Barbie Girl." You know he sings them privately in the shower which he follows up with a blast of scalding hot water in his "shame zone," just to make sure nobody acts a fool and steps out of line down there. After that come the Hail Mary's and the ritualistic cutting. Actually, now that he came out, Clay can probably cut (hah) his shower time in half because it won't be filled with the usual trappings of self hatred/denial/whatever. Well, quite as filled. He is Clay Aiken. Better not push that self esteem into unreasonably positive territory, things could get ugly.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Plausible Fiction
Int. Palin Household - Living Room - Dusk
Enter BRISTOL PALIN, a sixteen year old girl who, normally, is quite pretty but in this case displays torn clothes, a black eye, split lips, blood matted hair and streams of tears. She holds her violated belly and groin and limps through the front door. SARAH PALIN is seated near the fireplace and, upon noticing Bristol's arrival, stands. Bristol begins to cry openly. Sarah is unmoved.
Sarah Palin: Bristol, I can see by your broken demeanor and blood spotted underwear that some terrible aggression has befallen you. But before you speak, let me say my peace: You must keep this rape baby that you now carry inside your womb, even if she will become a painful daily reminder of the terrible suffering you have just experienced and of the plans you had for your life which today have been reduced to pipe dreams. Because that is God's will. And I better not find you rooting through any of the closets for a coathanger.
Bristol nods through her tears and exit.
FADE TO:
Int. Palin Household - Bristol's Room - Dusk
Bristol enters and sits down on her flower patterned bedspread, curls into a ball and, sobbing, privately wonders why God has to be such a bitch.
FADE OUT
Enter BRISTOL PALIN, a sixteen year old girl who, normally, is quite pretty but in this case displays torn clothes, a black eye, split lips, blood matted hair and streams of tears. She holds her violated belly and groin and limps through the front door. SARAH PALIN is seated near the fireplace and, upon noticing Bristol's arrival, stands. Bristol begins to cry openly. Sarah is unmoved.
Sarah Palin: Bristol, I can see by your broken demeanor and blood spotted underwear that some terrible aggression has befallen you. But before you speak, let me say my peace: You must keep this rape baby that you now carry inside your womb, even if she will become a painful daily reminder of the terrible suffering you have just experienced and of the plans you had for your life which today have been reduced to pipe dreams. Because that is God's will. And I better not find you rooting through any of the closets for a coathanger.
Bristol nods through her tears and exit.
FADE TO:
Int. Palin Household - Bristol's Room - Dusk
Bristol enters and sits down on her flower patterned bedspread, curls into a ball and, sobbing, privately wonders why God has to be such a bitch.
FADE OUT
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