Always in the festive spirit around here, I want to make everyone aware of a celebration that is very near and dear to my heart. Partially because
Oh Frasier Crane. You cut right to the core of me. Your odd, upper-class accent, obviously gay brother, and your classy Seattle-based psychiatry radio talk show all radiate whiteness. You really saved me that time I wanted to serve that '82 Chenin Blanc with my Salmon Croquettes. "No, no you insipid ragamuffin. That will indubitably underwhelm the pallet. Try the '79 California Pinot Noir instead." Let me just tell you, best dinner party I have ever thrown. Thanks Frase.
I do not appreciate you sarcastic and absolutely unwarranted attack on the innocent and not to mention brilliant Dr. Frasier Crane. Do not be jealous that you are bereft of knowledge on the topic of proper wine and culinary pairings. You have shown yourself and your true colors as an envious peasant who hides behind the strokes of a keyboard and a smattering of Edmund Burke quotes.
ReplyDeleteP.S. - Niles is more of a man than you will ever be.
Second P.S. – I shall leave this anonymous in order to maintain a guise of friendship.
Focker Out
Though I have an inkling as to the identity of this cyberspace vigilante, I feel as though such a sacred place as the comments section on BIMF should not be desecrated by such a horrible unmasking. Thus, I will not proffer a name behind this lascivious comment. Clearly, my frasier post was not meant to sully the good name of Dr. Crane. I have known him all of my life(we met during the Cheers years) and consider him a family friend(continuing through the recent Dr. Pepper ad campaign). Though my post may have humorous undertones, the apparent sentiment is that we should all be a little more like Dr. Crane.
ReplyDeleteThis is Steve Rogers wishing you all good mental health.
"But I don't know what to do with those tossed salads and scrambled eggs.
ReplyDeleteThey're callin' again."
This quote raises a question. How do you not know what to do with those tossed salads and scrambled eggs? I will tell you what you do... You eat them. Thats what white people do. They eat until their fat. Frasier and his brother aren't fat because they aren't truly heroes of the caucasian pantheon. I will give it to you that Frasier is a lower god on the scale, perhaps with a mortal mother and immortal father, but I'm wondering when we are going to get to the real meat of whiteness. Lets say President Alexander Hamilton for instance. A man once told Hamilton he was not being treated fairly at work because he had a club foot. Hamilton is quoted as saying, "If the representatives of the people betray their constituents, there is then no recourse left but in the exertion of that original right of self-defense..." He then promptly beat the man with a cane saying that club feet people were not human, but closer to a genus of mole. Thank you Alexander Hamilton, without you we wouldn't have club feet people, sour cream, or ten dollar bills.
Beau