Wednesday, November 22, 2006
First Pluto, Then Elvis, Now Santa-- How Much More Can I Take?
Okay, I don't know if I can stand any more bad news this year.
First, Pluto got kicked out of the Planet Club. This was ridiculous. This was like when Wisconsin had a drinking age of 18, then raised it to 21 not long after I got out of high school. I knew people who went to college there who were able to drink legally for six months, then were suddenly illegal. Pluto has been a planet for over eighty years. Shouldn't it get grandfathered in?
Then, Elvis' long reign at the top of the Top Earning Dead Celebrities list ended, toppled in a slow, long coup by Curt Cobain, who took a dozen years to attain his title. As much as I liked Curt's music, it hardly seems fair.
Now, comes the news that Santa Claus has been bumped from the top of the Richest Fictional Character list. Worse, it was by Daddy Warbucks, who as a fictional character was an accessory to one of the most heinous cultural crimes in the history of Western Civilization, the musical "Annie."
What next? OJ really was guilty? There were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq after all?