Just like Douglas McArthur (after the US staying out of WW2 long enough to muster heaps and heaps of troops) I shall return from the psychiatric ward where I will be staying for an indeterminate period and resume annoying the shit out you all with renewed joie de vivre
Wish me luck
Well, arse. Don’t antagonize Nurse Ratchett more than you have to and certainly don’t organize a huge party in the ward with whores, that could end very badly.
Good luck cobber - hope it’s a quick trip there and back again.
This may be too late, but: good luck.
I’ll pray for ya. Seriously. Been in one of those myself.
Take some good books with you, might as well do something constructive with all that time.
Please don’t.
UPDATE
Admission taking longer than expected
P.S. “Please don’t” doesn’t have any context Osiris. Kindly elaborate. And find yourself a better gimmick. “Angry Black Militant” just doesn’t cut it; never has with you, never will either.
And your lack of understanding regarding neuropsychological and physical disability is stunning. You offer me heaps of advice, liberally laced with the term “motherfucker” when you know nothing about my circumstances or psychology.
And I’m not about to elaborate for somebody as obviously uninformed as yourself.
I mean, I’ve gotten a physical exam and passed it and so far haven’t pulled bits of anatomy off people no matter how much they deserve it. What else do you want, an invitation to a fucking wine and cheese dinner or something?
Hmm, I wonder where this thread is going?
Presumably it’s going so Osiris can pull his fucking head in before an irate teddyboy knocks it off and plays street soccer with it.
Well I’ve had this song in my head all morning, great doo wop song but it’s getting a tad old;
Who’s That Knockin’
by: The Genies
1959
Who’s that knocking on my door
All last night and the night before
Boom boom boom
Bang bang bang
I can’t stand this awful thing
Who’s that knocking on my door
Who’s that calling calling my name
Tossed a brick through my windowpane
Boom boom boom
Bang bang bang
You keep driving me insane
Who’s that knocking on my door
All last night as I lie in bed
With my lights down low
I heard approaching footsteps
Boom boom boom
Bang bang bang
On my door
Who’s that knocking on my door
Could it be Mable could it be Flo
I got myself in an awful fix
When I got involved with those two chicks
Who’s that knocking on my door
Who’s that knocking on my door
All last night and the night before
Boom boom boom
Bang bang bang
I can’t stand this awful thing
Who’s that knocking on my door
Go doo wop!
Anyway, good luck and all that. I only flip out these days at 3:00 AM, the rest of the time I seem to be busy enough and happy enough.
It’s like me trying to have an political talk here in Mormon Republikan land with some knee jerk conservative who has NO idea of who Cheney, Wolfowitz, or Leo Strauss happens to be and no idea of the history of the Middle East, WW2, or Vietnam, and no grasp of political economy. It’s fucking hopeless. So we have a demo and high school football jocks drive by yelling, “We love Bush!” So stupid that it boggles the mind but that’s life, eh? Meanwhile “Grandpa,” a Vietnam vet I helped out a little, dies, a friendly fucked up functioning drunk (dealing pot from the VA hospital!!) who told me, “I’m an old man.” He’s about my age. I marched and burned my draft card, he did his patriotic duty as a small town Mormon boy… Fucking ignorance.
Perhaps Osiris could get rid of “Angry Black Militant” and replace it with Doo Wop? A bit anachronistic (the teens I drove to and from the Tetons HATED the doo wop tape!), but think of the individualism it could portray.
As a matter of fact, Angry_Spastic, perhaps you should get involved with doo wop yourself. Just look how happy these guys are:
The Chords
The Dells
And being (I assume?) a whitey is not really a problem. Some of the early doo wop bands had blacks and whites, but when they went on tour they had to get someone who “looked” the same!
So when you are in the looney bin get a trash can and light it up, make believe that you are on a 50’s Brooklyn street corner, gather some friends around and croon…
Earth angel, earth angel, will you be mine, my darling dear…
Um, I love the song “Earth Angel”.
And yes, I am a “whitey”, but I call dibs on the “Enraged disabled person” gimmick as Osiris’ is overdone.
The CANDYMAN as portrayed in the film is scary, but Osiris is a whinger.
Is Duke of Earl doo wop? I like that song. Really though i’ll listen to anything that isnt rap. At least modern rap.
…Am I the only one that stands at the royal salute everytime that song plays? 