Seriously, what is with the born-again Christians and the puppets? I can’t think of anything I’d rather do less than spend 45 minutes with my hand up a puppet’s ass talking out of the side of my mouth like a third-rate George Raft. And don’t try to tell me this crap is aimed at KIDS–track two on side two is titled “The Liquor Store”. That’s where I’d be spending the meager proceeds from this vinyl abomination if I had ANYTHING to do with it.
You might wonder why I vent my bile on ventriloquists on vinyl with such…passion, until you remember that very NATURE of the ventriloquist act is that you’re supposed to SEE THE DUMMY TALK apparently ON ITS OWN. Like MAGIC. Put these people on a record and the whole point of the ventriloquist act is…well yeah, you get it now.
Like so many other things associated with right wing evangelical Christianity, this makes absolutely ZERO SENSE.
OK, I feel better now.
–Joe Wallace
Really? You’ve got a bad case of right-wing-derangement syndrome.
Whatever THAT means. I still say anybody willing to spend an afternoon with their hand up a puppet’s ass hasn’t really thought much about how they’re spending that precious time that could be spent indulging in more constructive pursuits like self-mutilation or taxi driving.