Basket Case and other Delusional Losers

Well, well, young Basket Case is crowing about her fabulous concerts in tiny halls that can barely seat 20 people. She's SO excited and full of herself (ie, full of shit). 

She also thinks that she's famous and important if she gets a few thousands hits on GooTube. Sad isn't it? In her little pond, she thinks she's one big stinky fish. 

But how about an old reptile on his last legs? Curiously, the SAME thing is going on.  THIS guy is ALSO playing in a tiny hall. He has to sit down, he's so old, so the people in the back can hardly even see him. But he acts like he's one big stinky fish. 



You can almost COUNT THE PEOPLE IN THE FUCKING ROOM. And this guy is lucky to even HAVE a place to whisper-croak for an hour once a week. 

He got very lucky. When he lost his home and his wife, and was pretty much destitute, a fan-bitch took him in, gave him a place to stay, and was very smug about helping a once-famous celebrity. You know, "Look who I know." 

She owns a teeny-tiny theater. So, without him having to pay-to-play, he got the charity of feeling alive and wanted, by performing to this teeny-tiny audience every Thursday night, off-peak, when the theater can't be booked anyway. 

IF I'M BEING HONEST, most anyone who was once famous, is likely to have some people around who either a) relish the chance to have a star in their lives, or b) want to try and steal any glow possible from that star, as in, "look, I have a celebrity playing my crappy theater." 

Basket Case (and her types, including Shauna Cuntwell) can set up a camcorder on a tripod and get a few thousand hits? Guess what: 




The difference? Whoever is running the camcorder for THIS guy doesn't exactly know how to run a camcorder. Or is this guy truly headless? 

8,065 viewers is puny for any comedian with any kind of name. Considering that Shauna or Basket Case can almost reach that on YouTube, its downright PATHETIC. 

He doesn't think he's pathetic. He's very content playing to a small audience of glassy-eyed, grinning and drooling sycophants and psychofucks, just like the idiots nearly 60 years younger, Shauna and Basket Case. 

A few years ago, he had the chance to have his biography done. He was his usual prickish self, so the idea fell apart. His then-manager couldn't convince him to try and stop being an asshole. "My wife should write the book," was his last word, literally. 

Now? When he turns 90, a bio will appear, totally un-critical, and from some scab who doesn't care about getting a decent advance, because he has a day job anyway. The book will be published by a low-paying obscure University press. That means it'll be expensive, have a small print run, and NOBODY will read it except a very small circle of aging intellectuals and political junkies who remember what he was like years and years ago, before he became a tiresome right-wing curmudgeon.

There you are: either end of the spectrum is the same. Childish idiots like Basket Case are blind to the truth, and people in their second childhood, blind in one eye, are oblivious, to it too. Small audience? So what! When you're young, who cares. When you're old and on social security and can't do any better anyway, it beats being dead.

People in middle age don't have the luxury of being self-absorbed in a small world with chicken-shit payment. So fine, be delusional, and enjoy it while you can. Very young or very old, you can think you're the cherry on the cake when you're just an ant slipping on an obscure hill of beans.