July 17, 2015
"Walker, the one without cat ears, during his high school swing choir's performance of songs from the musical Cats."
Caption on a photograph at an NPR article titled "Now On The National Stage, Scott Walker Is Still A Guy From Delavan."
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He's holding them in his hands, I think. Maybe he had problems getting them over his magnificent mullet. How ironic that he's going bald now. Not that it matters. He wins elections, he's got sound principles, and while there is always room for improvement, I'd be happy to cast a vote for him in the general election, and perhaps the primaries as well. How often does a college dropout rise to become the governor of a state, and do (at the very least) reasonably well? There's some innate cunning in the man, and an intellect deeper than I think even his allies give him credit for.
My friend and I once wrote a short parody of Cats which we called Cows. The singers wore white footie pjs with splotches of black paint, face makeup, and papier-mâché udders. The first act had them singing and dancing about the maddening midnight milking with three songs; one is about how Farmer Jellicoe (not related to the famous admiral) spends lot of time destroying the cows' artistic creations. In shorter the second act they're awaiting Farmer Jellicoe's selection of cows for the Great Journey, which ends with a big hamburger descending from the sky. The selected cows enter the burger through golden arches. The signature tune was "Mammaries."
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