Post by Zevon on Aug 22, 2007 13:18:11 GMT -6
There was once a great time in history when wrestling fans were entertained by actual wrestling. Not by crude jokes and drunken shenanigans. Not by vile creatures such as John Anthony and Buddy Love. People were entertained by the passion, skill, and respect displayed by great wrestlers like Arn Anderson and Bob Backlund. There was no need for fancy camera tricks and overly produced segments. Unfortunately, the world has changed for the worse. Republicans came to power in the United States and the appreciation once shown for Ric Flair and Harley Race degraded into rabid cheering for the tomfoolery of criminals and drunks.
Buddy Love recently produced yet another juvenile, degrading, art defiling fluff piece. He took great care in manufacturing a dream sequence, wherein B-Loven tattered around town as a teen angst ridden Zevon fan. Cute, and it seems as though Mr. Johansson can read, as he seems to have discovered my profile on Power On Wrestling's website. Anyhoo, Mr. Johansson presented the fine upstanding moral world citizen JR Zevon as "evil" and himself as a force for "good." It amazes me how wrong one Scandinavian New Orleans party boy can be. The simple truth is Buddy Love is a force of great evil and JR Zevon is a defender of the good. Buddy Love wallows in decadence and "entertains" the ignorant masses. To the contrary, JR Zevon defends and honors the truth while attempting to slap the ignorant fools out of their American stupor.
Buddy Love imagines a world where every man, woman, and child becomes intoxicated on wine coolers and parades through horse manure and assorted trash displaying their nakedness for the reward of cheap plastic beads. This is what passes as entertainment for Mr. Johansson and his ilk, which are unfortunately many. I imagine a world where all beings regardless of race or species live in humble harmony with one another, using and appreciating knowledge and art. A world where people are enlightened.
Enlightenment and entertainment are not mutually exclusive. A cultivated mind can discern between fluff and art, between the Hamster Dance and The Who. A cultivated mind can appreciate the simple elegance of a Flair chop. JR Zevon is in the business of enlightenment, crafting a piece of art that can both stimulate the mind and entertain. Buddy Love is in the business of entertaining Philistines, mindless sheep who follow the every move of whores such as Paris Hilton. Ignorant people who cherish Lindsay Lohan's drunken antics as entertaining while turning a blind eye to the suffering a millions of Africans. Instead of learning about the atrocities performed by the hand of Robert Mugabe, the American people instead turn to Entertainment Tonight to view Nicole Richie's latest mugshot. These are the people who make Buddy Love one the the most beloved POW competitors. These are the people who enjoy Buddy Love's illegal closed fists, and trust me Mr. Johansson I will discuss this with the officials before the match, and the people who ignorantly groan at the elegant artistic expression of a hammerlock.
And thus is the fundamental difference between Buddy "Love" Johansson and JR Zevon. Buddy is an entertainer working to please philistines while making a mockery of the fine art of professional wrestling. I am an artist struggling to open hearts and minds to the appreciation of true art, defending professional wrestling from the scourges of our day. I enlighten.
The difference between Buddy Love and JR Zevon is much like the difference between Weekend at Bernie's and Schindler's List, betweenWhite Chicks and Citizen Kane. Two are disgraceful fluff pieces popular among the uncivilized, decadent minds of the American public. Two are classic masterpieces, the finest examples of cinema, true works of art. Two black men parading around under prosthetics rendering their appearances that of highly deformed white women is what passes as entertainment in these troubled times. I am certain Buddy Love enjoys it, as do the other countless ignorant fools who made this travesty a financial success. At box offices across the nation horrible films such as I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry bring in millions of dollars while fine works of art such as Pan's Labyrinth are shunned, this particular film because America's superiority complex leaves the pissants unable to enjoy foreign films because they cannot be bothered to read subtitles. Among the highest grossing films of all-time are Star Wars Episode 1 and The DaVinci Code, absolute piles of filth that managed to out-gross masterpieces such as The Departed and Letters From Iwo Jima, another fine work of art doomed by American arrogance and xenophobia. Buddy Love panders to the same miscreants who make Rob Schneider a millionaire. Buddy Love provides entertainment for the crude, ignorant, uncivilized philistine masses. JR Zevon provides art. Few appreciate my doings, but those few are superior beings, people above the degrading "humor" of a grown man performing sex acts with inanimate objects.
JR Zevon is a masterpiece akin to Picasso's Guernica. Worthy of being proudly displayed in El Museo del Prado. Buddy Love is fluff, akin the the five dollar velvet gorillas sold in every truck stop along the vast expanse of I-70, displayed between cancerous tobacco and assorted vile meat sticks.
Buddy Love produces mindless drivel and fluff intended for the consumption of the ignorant masses. I provide art to be appreciated by the cultivated mind. Buddy Love will always garner the vocal support of the masses, because the masses are too ignorant and close-minded to appreciate true art, to delve deeper into their minds than their poop joke lobe. Take pride Mr. Johansson in your popularity among the philistines, because I am proud to know that when Harley Race watches our contest, a satisfied grin will fill his noble face when he sees JR Zevon proudly towering over the defeated corpse of Buddy Love.
Buddy Love recently produced yet another juvenile, degrading, art defiling fluff piece. He took great care in manufacturing a dream sequence, wherein B-Loven tattered around town as a teen angst ridden Zevon fan. Cute, and it seems as though Mr. Johansson can read, as he seems to have discovered my profile on Power On Wrestling's website. Anyhoo, Mr. Johansson presented the fine upstanding moral world citizen JR Zevon as "evil" and himself as a force for "good." It amazes me how wrong one Scandinavian New Orleans party boy can be. The simple truth is Buddy Love is a force of great evil and JR Zevon is a defender of the good. Buddy Love wallows in decadence and "entertains" the ignorant masses. To the contrary, JR Zevon defends and honors the truth while attempting to slap the ignorant fools out of their American stupor.
Buddy Love imagines a world where every man, woman, and child becomes intoxicated on wine coolers and parades through horse manure and assorted trash displaying their nakedness for the reward of cheap plastic beads. This is what passes as entertainment for Mr. Johansson and his ilk, which are unfortunately many. I imagine a world where all beings regardless of race or species live in humble harmony with one another, using and appreciating knowledge and art. A world where people are enlightened.
Enlightenment and entertainment are not mutually exclusive. A cultivated mind can discern between fluff and art, between the Hamster Dance and The Who. A cultivated mind can appreciate the simple elegance of a Flair chop. JR Zevon is in the business of enlightenment, crafting a piece of art that can both stimulate the mind and entertain. Buddy Love is in the business of entertaining Philistines, mindless sheep who follow the every move of whores such as Paris Hilton. Ignorant people who cherish Lindsay Lohan's drunken antics as entertaining while turning a blind eye to the suffering a millions of Africans. Instead of learning about the atrocities performed by the hand of Robert Mugabe, the American people instead turn to Entertainment Tonight to view Nicole Richie's latest mugshot. These are the people who make Buddy Love one the the most beloved POW competitors. These are the people who enjoy Buddy Love's illegal closed fists, and trust me Mr. Johansson I will discuss this with the officials before the match, and the people who ignorantly groan at the elegant artistic expression of a hammerlock.
And thus is the fundamental difference between Buddy "Love" Johansson and JR Zevon. Buddy is an entertainer working to please philistines while making a mockery of the fine art of professional wrestling. I am an artist struggling to open hearts and minds to the appreciation of true art, defending professional wrestling from the scourges of our day. I enlighten.
The difference between Buddy Love and JR Zevon is much like the difference between Weekend at Bernie's and Schindler's List, betweenWhite Chicks and Citizen Kane. Two are disgraceful fluff pieces popular among the uncivilized, decadent minds of the American public. Two are classic masterpieces, the finest examples of cinema, true works of art. Two black men parading around under prosthetics rendering their appearances that of highly deformed white women is what passes as entertainment in these troubled times. I am certain Buddy Love enjoys it, as do the other countless ignorant fools who made this travesty a financial success. At box offices across the nation horrible films such as I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry bring in millions of dollars while fine works of art such as Pan's Labyrinth are shunned, this particular film because America's superiority complex leaves the pissants unable to enjoy foreign films because they cannot be bothered to read subtitles. Among the highest grossing films of all-time are Star Wars Episode 1 and The DaVinci Code, absolute piles of filth that managed to out-gross masterpieces such as The Departed and Letters From Iwo Jima, another fine work of art doomed by American arrogance and xenophobia. Buddy Love panders to the same miscreants who make Rob Schneider a millionaire. Buddy Love provides entertainment for the crude, ignorant, uncivilized philistine masses. JR Zevon provides art. Few appreciate my doings, but those few are superior beings, people above the degrading "humor" of a grown man performing sex acts with inanimate objects.
JR Zevon is a masterpiece akin to Picasso's Guernica. Worthy of being proudly displayed in El Museo del Prado. Buddy Love is fluff, akin the the five dollar velvet gorillas sold in every truck stop along the vast expanse of I-70, displayed between cancerous tobacco and assorted vile meat sticks.
Buddy Love produces mindless drivel and fluff intended for the consumption of the ignorant masses. I provide art to be appreciated by the cultivated mind. Buddy Love will always garner the vocal support of the masses, because the masses are too ignorant and close-minded to appreciate true art, to delve deeper into their minds than their poop joke lobe. Take pride Mr. Johansson in your popularity among the philistines, because I am proud to know that when Harley Race watches our contest, a satisfied grin will fill his noble face when he sees JR Zevon proudly towering over the defeated corpse of Buddy Love.
