There never was a way to describe the triumph of absolute chaos before Charlie S gave us "Winning!" I hope we are appropriately grateful. We will certainly never forget him and will continue to fervently hope that he is not awarded a Nobel prize for a T-shirt motto.
So, the Adonis Martian bombed in Detroit, home of the world's largest used bookstore. People booed! Then they voted with their feet! The next night, in Chicago, audience members were clearly given some financial incentive to applaud and to stay for the show, in no particular order. And it was an expletive-laden bonanza for anyone with a penchant for (slightly monotonous) expletives.
Somebody described persistent use of the F-word, in each and all of its forms (verb, noun, adjective), as the spewings of over-the-hill hipsters striving to remain hip. Ya think?
Can you imagine what it must be like inside the Charlie head? How many voices are screaming directions at him and all he hears is blah, blah. Where is Gary Larsen when we need him the most?
Meanwhile, radiation seeps into the ocean, gets into the food chain. Bombs detonate and scatter other poisons into the air supply. We hate people who don't believe the same thing we do. If I, in perfectly good faith, believe I am what I eat and therefore subsist on lollipops, do I have to hate you for thinking you can eat seaweed without becoming seaweed? And so what if we are both a) right and b) wrong?
What if WINNING just isn't that important? What if you choose not to participate in team or competitive sports and get a lot of joy out of your in-line skates? What if my sport of choice is pogo stick? Do people who aren't passionately attached to winning have a home on this planet anymore?
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