It started with:
A. me asking ex, "Dick Winner", for a drink of port.
(well, why indeed should Winner give me port? I'd given him free drugs, and paid for his smokes and groceries. But then again Winner had already given me the gift of telling me how much he'd like to give me. And it is the thought that counts.)
B. My disgraceful demand for a drink of port led to an impromptu performance of "Telling it How it Is", a dramatic monologue written by Dick.Winner, directed by Dick Winner and starring Dick Winner.
"Telling it How It Is" is a brave piece by Dick Winner about a good man whose life has been broken by insane women and too much political correctness.
In the first act, the un-named protagonist (brilliantly portrayed
but Dick Winner) proves he is unusually perceptive, objective, truthful, by saying he is unusually perceptive, objective, and truthful.
In Act 2, a post modern surprise is in store: despite his no-bullshit position, the more bullshit Winner talks, the better he seems to think he is! Should we recoil from the hypocrisy?
No. The message is that truth, fairness and MENTAL EFFORT are outrageous bourgeois-feminist impositions.
We sigh with relief, too. FINALLY men's rights activists have discovered post modernism!
The glorious dressing down ... The insults .. The pointing, gestures, the sneers.. The radical readiness to scream and not let the other person talk at all .. The ingenious use of relentless insults, sleep deprivation, the Stalinist triumph of making the woman apologise for not just asking for a drink of port ... But for making him bash her up, making him throw her across the room so her shoulder got fractured...
As Winner said, "If you bite the Tiger, it's going to scratch...."
Chastened I left the theatre, convinced that his delirium wad so beautiful ... Like the theory of relativity...except in the sphere of drug-addled bullying, stinginess, and bad bad sex. Most people can't get away with this. But he can. It's all relative.
An inspired burning whirlwind of a man, with a steaming head full of self pity and narcissism and cheap rip-off tactics can be...
SO BEAUTIFUL.
Some people ARE just totally fucking worth it and should be allowed to do whatever they want because they're just so good.
There should be some organization and agitation for these rare and excellent individuals.
A. me asking ex, "Dick Winner", for a drink of port.
(well, why indeed should Winner give me port? I'd given him free drugs, and paid for his smokes and groceries. But then again Winner had already given me the gift of telling me how much he'd like to give me. And it is the thought that counts.)
B. My disgraceful demand for a drink of port led to an impromptu performance of "Telling it How it Is", a dramatic monologue written by Dick.Winner, directed by Dick Winner and starring Dick Winner.
"Telling it How It Is" is a brave piece by Dick Winner about a good man whose life has been broken by insane women and too much political correctness.
In the first act, the un-named protagonist (brilliantly portrayed
but Dick Winner) proves he is unusually perceptive, objective, truthful, by saying he is unusually perceptive, objective, and truthful.
In Act 2, a post modern surprise is in store: despite his no-bullshit position, the more bullshit Winner talks, the better he seems to think he is! Should we recoil from the hypocrisy?
No. The message is that truth, fairness and MENTAL EFFORT are outrageous bourgeois-feminist impositions.
We sigh with relief, too. FINALLY men's rights activists have discovered post modernism!
The glorious dressing down ... The insults .. The pointing, gestures, the sneers.. The radical readiness to scream and not let the other person talk at all .. The ingenious use of relentless insults, sleep deprivation, the Stalinist triumph of making the woman apologise for not just asking for a drink of port ... But for making him bash her up, making him throw her across the room so her shoulder got fractured...
As Winner said, "If you bite the Tiger, it's going to scratch...."
Chastened I left the theatre, convinced that his delirium wad so beautiful ... Like the theory of relativity...except in the sphere of drug-addled bullying, stinginess, and bad bad sex. Most people can't get away with this. But he can. It's all relative.
An inspired burning whirlwind of a man, with a steaming head full of self pity and narcissism and cheap rip-off tactics can be...
SO BEAUTIFUL.
Some people ARE just totally fucking worth it and should be allowed to do whatever they want because they're just so good.
There should be some organization and agitation for these rare and excellent individuals.
