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Only Elvis Could Go To Vegas

Oh, God, what are you doing?

“PRESIDENT NIXON DONE COME UP WITH A STRATEGY.”

Don’t let him do that. He doesn’t do that. I do that. Stop improvising and stay in the Oval Office.

“WE TRAVELIN’ THE WORLD DRUMMIN’ UP SUPPORT FOR OUR PLAN T’ GO TO 2017 AN’ HALT ALL THE HAPPENINGS. KISSINGER LIKES THE PLAN, AND THASS A MAN WITH KNOWLEDGE.”

Do not ask Kissinger for notes, Elvis.

“AH WILL ASSEMBLE THE NATIONS OF TH’ WORLD, JUST LIKE AH ASSEMBLED MAH MIGHTY VEGAS BAND.”

I truly need the past to stop making armed incursions into the present.

“NO CAN DO, WHITE BELT. WE GONNA ROUND UP A POSSE AN’ AMBLE ON OVER TO D.C. AND SEE WHAT’S WHAT.”

Is that how you think this works?

“YOU GONNA TELL ME ‘BOUT THE CONSTITUTION, BOY?”

If necessary.

“HOW MANY MAJOR MOTION HOLLYWOOD PICTURES YOU STARRED IN?”

None.

“ALL RIGHT, THEN. SO AH GUESS AH KNOW MORE ‘BOUT THE CONSTITUTION.”

You can’t argue with that logic. How far down does that jacket go?

“THAT’S A GOOD EYE F’R NOTICIN’ HOW WUNNERFUL AH LOOK. CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU AN’ ANY YOUNG CHILDR’N YOU MIGHT HAVE.”

Thank you.

“AH HAVE COMBINED A COAT WITH A CAPE. SOME O’ MAH KINGLY DUTIES REQUIRE FORMALITY, SO AH NEED A COAT, BUT AH ALSO WANNA LOOK LIKE A SUPERHERO. AH CALL IT THE COAT-APE.”

Imaginative.

“AN’ AH WAS SAYIN’ IT, RIGHT? COAT-APE, COAT-APE. AN’ WHAT DOES OL’ CHARLIE HODGE DO? HE GETS RIGHT DOWN ON TH’ FLOOR, STARTS DOIN’ THE COAT-APE. HE’S HOOTIN’ AN’ HOLLERIN’. WE ALL DAMN NEAR BUSTED A GUT, MAN.”

That’s cute.

“THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER, AH WANTED T’ SEE CHARLIE DO THE COAT-APE AGAIN. BUT, SEE, CHARLIE WASN’T IN TH’ MOOD. SO AH FIRED THREE ROUNDS RIGHT NEAR HIS FEET AN’ MADE HIM DO THE DAMN COAT-APE. AND WHEN HE’S DOIN’ IT, AH THROW MCDONALD’S GIFT CERTIFICATES AT HIM UNTIL HE CRIES.”

That’s terrible.

“CRYIN’ LITTLE COAT-APE.”

You’re a monster. Why are you standing in front of hats?

“THEY HAVE COUNTRIES ON ‘EM.”

And?

“COALITION, MAN.”

You haven’t been briefed on Nixon’s plan, have you?

“HE MAY HAVE TAKEN OVER THE PARTNERSHIP THROUGH SNEAKY METHODS.”

What did he do?

“YOU CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE HOW MANY BADGES TH’ PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES CAN GET HIS HANDS ON, MAN.”

What I’m hearing is that you were quite literally distracted by shiny things.

“AND HE MADE ME THE DISTRICT ATTORNEY OF AMERICA.”

Not a thing.

“LUCKILY, AH HAD BROUGHT MAH SWEARIN’-BIBLE WITH ME. AH BOTH TAKE AND ADMINISTER UP TO A DOZEN OATHS A DAY.”

What?

“MOSTLY MAKIN’ THE MEMPHIS MAFIA SWEAR THAT THEY WASN’T THE ONE’S ATE MAH SNICKERDOODLES.”

Sound management strategy.

“THAT JOE ESPOSITO, MAN. HE PUTS HIS HAND ON THE BIBLE AND SWEARS TO THE LORD JESUS AND LOOKS ME RIGHT IN MAH SUNGLASSES, AND AH KNOW HE IS A DAMN LIAR. AH C’N SMELL SNICKERDOODLE ON HIM.”

We’re off the point, Elvis. Are you going to these places?

“HELL, NO, MAN. AH AIN’T NEVER LEFT AMERICA ‘CEPT GERMANY FOR THE ARMY AN’ HAWAII A COUPLE TIMES.”

So, you’ve never been to Spain?

“NO, BUT AH BEEN T’ OKLAHOMA.”

That was fun. Quick question: where is Richard Nixon right now?

“YOU REMEMBER THAT COALITION THING AH WAS TALKIN’ ‘BOUT?”

Yes.

“WELL, HE’S SERIOUS ‘BOUT IT. WENT T’ SEE SOME OL’ FRIENDS.”

Old friends? Oh, fuck, no.

Goddammit, Mr. President.

“Trump wants to get into bed with the Russians, then Nixon is getting into whatever filthy bag of straw these heathens sleep on.

Please don’t do this.

“China wants in. They think he’s volatile, and bad for the global economy and general stability. I agree.”

We have come to the point where Richard Nixon and the Chinese are the reasonable ones.

“Nixon is always reasonable, it’s my enemies that lie. The press, mostly. Terrible. Not just the Jewish reporters, but I have noticed that the Jewish reporters lie with the greatest frequency.”

Please don’t be terrible. You’re supposed to be better than the guy you’re trying to usurp.

“Goddammit, don’t you compare Nixon to that loose cannon! Years of service, all the while being attacked by every critic. They threw rocks at Nixon in Caracas, and that bastard Eisenhower laughed at me. They called me sweaty and weird, but no one feared Nixon. Deep down, they craved me. They knew I would defend the nation.”

I guess.

“The American people know that Nixon hates foreigners. This is why I am trusted to deal with them. For example, I killed many Chinese during the war.”

You were a logistics officer who didn’t leave the base.

“I killed many Chinese during the war.”

Fine.

“The Chinese are aware of this, and will deal with me accordingly.”

Realpolitik.

“I am also, uh, staying at a Chinese hotel while here, and must assume it to be bugged. Therefore, I will be engaging no local prostitutes to urinate on me.”

Smart move. So, the Chinese are on your side in the cross-temporal governmental incursion?

“Things look good, but the translator has been getting steadily drunker throughout the night. He’s been doing karaoke for ten minutes now.”

What song?

“Blue Suede Shoes.”

Fitting.

Elvis v. Nixon: Dawn Of Justice

“WHO YOU THINK’D WIN, NIX: BATMAN OR SUPERMAN?”

“I try not to engage in hypotheticals.”

“WE AIN’T TALKIN’ ‘BOUT NO HYPERTENTACLES, MAN. BATMAN AN’ SUPERMAN. WHO YOU GOT?”

“We should be concentrating on more important subjects, Elvis.”

“MORE IMPORTANT? AIN’T NOTHIN’ MORE IMPORTANT THAN WHO’D WIN ‘N A SUPERHERO FIGHT.”

“Elvis, son: you must bear down. We have a, uh, delicate task ahead of us. Time travel-assisted cross-reality political intervention is quite a row to hoe. We must focus.”

“Jesus, man. Fine. Does Batman have time to prepare?”

“COURSE HE DOES, NIX. AIN’T MUCH OF A FIGHT OTHERWISE.”

“What about Kryptonite? Does, uh, the Batman possess this materiel?”

“UH-HUH.”

“And which one is being advised by Nixon?”

“SCUSE ME?”

“Well, what I ask is: are they being their usual infantile selves, or can I plan the battle?”

“LESS HEAR YOU TAKE A WHACK AT IT, NIX.”

“Yes, right. If I am, uh, Superman, then I use my super-vision and eyebeams to incinerate Batman from a hundred miles away. Alternately, I might fly through him at Mach 6, but I believe the smart course of action is to stay as far from Batman as possible. Were I standing next to Batman when the fight began, I would immediately leave the area. Now that I say it all out loud, I think that flying through him is not going to work. Just adds too many variables.”

“KEEP GOIN’, MAN.”

“And, uh, if I were Batman and needed to kill Superman, then I would remember that I’m Batman, and therefore a genius, and I would figure out a way to talk Superman into committing suicide.”

“WHAT TH’ FUCK, NIX?”

“That’s war, son. That’s politics. That’s Nixon.”

“YOU A GOOD AMERICAN, MISSER PRESIDENT.”

“And you, Elvis. And you. Now, uh, let’s stop wasting our time on silly bullshit and discuss our plan to time travel to the year 2017 and overthrow the American government.”

“YESSIR.”

A Secret Plan To Win The War

“This? They elected this?”

“THASS WHAT AH’M TELLIN’ YOU, NIX. THE FUTURE OF AMERICA IS AT STAKE HERE. THIS HERE ORANGE FELLA AIN’T NO GOOD.”

“This is the one who enjoys the…what did you call them, Elvis?”

“PEEPEE PARTIES, SIR.”

“That’s a filthy perversion, Elvis.”

“AND ISS COMMIE PISS, MAN.”

“The yellow menace strikes again. What of his background? Tell me about his legislative accomplishments.”

“HE’S A DANG TEEVEE HOST, SIR.”

“Like Captain Kangaroo?”

“HE DON’T HAVE NO SIDEBURNS, BUT OTHER’N THAT? YEAH, JUSS LIKE HIM.”

“Jesus. Elvis, do you know why I bombed Cambodia?”

“PATRIOTISM, SIR?”

“That’s it, yes. No matter what they say about Nixon, they can never say he did not love his country enough.”

“YOU TALKIN’ BOUT THEM ROCKET’S RED GLARE. UH-HUH.”

“What you’re suggesting, Elvis…this is unorthodox. Might even be illegal.”

“NOT IF YOU DO IT, SIR.”

“I don’t follow.”

“IF THE PRESIDENT DOES IT, IT AIN’T ILLEGAL.”

“Huh. Yeah. Y’know what? I like that.”

“THASS ALL YOURS, NIX.”

“I should write that down. Where the hell is Jenkins?”

“HE WENT TO FETCH MAH WAWA TEN MINUTES AGO.”

“Goddamned layabout. Can’t get good help these days.”

“AH TOL’ YOU: INSTALL SOME TAPE RECORDERS IN HERE.”

“One great idea after another. Have you ever thought about going into politics, Elvis?”

“YES, SIR, AH HAVE.”

“Republican Party can use some men like you.”

“THERE’S ONLY ONE MAN LIKE ME, NIX.”

“True, true. So, uh, how do we do this?”

“AH WILL GATHER YOU IN MAH STRONG ARMS AND ENGAGE MAH TIME CAPE.”

“Whoa. Elvis, I don’t know what kind of thing you Hollywood types are into, but Nixon isn’t doing any queer shit.”

“THIS ENDEAVOR IS NOTHING BUT MANLY, NIX! THE KING AIN’T NO SISSY! AN’ IF AH WAS, THEN AH COULD DO BETTER THAN YOU.”

“Hey, hey, hey: I was not accusing you of anything, Elvis.”

“AH SURE HOPE NOT. AIN’T NO SECRET SERVICE IN TH’ WORLD FAST ENOUGH TO BEAT MAH KARATE IN A RACE TO YOUR FACE. AH GOT CLAWS LIKE AN EAGLE, AN’ A HEART LIKE A LION.”

“You’re describing a griffin.”

“THEN SO BE IT!”

“Well, I certainly offer a sincere apology for any offense. It was unintentional. I categorically state for the record that neither you nor I is a homosexual.”

“NIX, WE MIGHT JUS’ BE THE TWO LEAST GAY DUDES ON THIS HERE PLANET.”

“Okay, sure. Now you were mentioning something about a time cape?”

“YOU CAPITALIZE THAT PHRASE, DAMN YOU!”

“Time Cape?”

“BETTER.”

“Good, I was thinking you meant all the letters. I, uh, cannot speak in all caps like you can.”

“VERY FEW CAN, MISTER PRESIDENT. JUS’ ME AN’ A SOUND SYSTEM WON’T BE BUILT F’R THREE YEARS.”

“You lost me again, Elvis.”

“DON’ YOU WORRY ‘BOUT IT.”

The Leader Of The Free World And Richard Nixon

“AH NOTICED YOU NOTICIN’ MAH FINE POSSESSIONS. AH HAVE MANY.”

“Those are some cufflinks, Elvis.”

“THEY ARE TIGERS MADE FROM GOLD, WITH EYES OF DIAMONDS. ALSO–”

click

“–THERE IS A SECRET COMPARTMENT FOR EMERGENCY PILLS.”

“Ah. That’s some American ingenuity right there.”

“YOU TAKE THEM PILLS, NIX. THASS ELVIS’ GIFT TO YOU.”

“What are they?”

“AH DO NOT RECALL. LET’S TAKE ‘EM, AN’ FIND OUT.”

“I’m, uh, going to pass. Thank you, Elvis, but I’m all right.”

“YOU’D BE A LOT MORE RIGHT WITH ONE O’ THESE IN YOU, BUT AH WILL RESPECT YOUR WISHES. MORE FOR TH’ KING.”

“Why the medication? Are you ill, Elvis?”

“DR. NICK SAYS AH GOT THE WORST CASE OF HEEBIE-JEEBIES HE’S EVER SEEN.”

“Oh, terrible news. Just terrible. I’ll have Ehrlichman pray for you.”

“YOU EVER BEEN TO PARIS, NIX?”

“Paris, France?”

“THEY AIN’T BUILT TH’ ONE IN LAS VEGAS YET, SO YEAH.”

“I have. Several times.”

“TELL ME ABOUT PARIS, MAN. AH AIN’T NEVER BEEN. TELL ME ‘BOUT THAT CITY OF LIGHTS.”

“Paris is the capital city of France. Old. Very old, but with modern features.”

“UH-HUH.”

“The inhabitants, known as Parisians, are renowned for their culture and food. Some truly superb restaurants. My wife, Pat, had the beef bourguignon at one. She, uh, enjoyed her meal very much. Still talks about it to this day. And, of course, there’s the Eiffel Tower.”

“HOT DAMN, YOU GOT A WAY WITH WORDS, NIX!

“That’s kind of you Elvis.”

“YOU PAINTED A WORD PICTURE, MAN. IT WAS LIKE AH WAS THERE.”

“Oh, stop.”

“YOU SHOULDA BEEN A POET, MAN.”


P.S. Okay, Enthusiasts: what’s the best part of the picture? It’s something you’ve done before, and not the general “you;” if you are reading this particular blog, then YOU have done this before.

Got it?

See it?

Elvis was so fucked up that he had to empty out all of his pockets to find the one thing he wanted. You’ve done it. You know you’ve done it.

Weird Beards

Elvis should not have a beard. Wayne Cochran never had a beard because, as a good American, Wayne Cochran knows that only homosexuals, hippies, and the Lord Jesus Christ are permitted to wear facial hair. Elvis should not have a beard.

Mick Jagger should not have a beard, even though he is rocking that shit so hard that I am now pregnant from having looked at it.

Neither Robert Plant nor Jimmy Page should have beards because this is how they wear them: Robert looks like the Anonymous mask, and Jimmy resembles Arlo Guthrie’s brother. (Arlo Guthrie’s brother is his lyricist, and his name is John Perry Barlo Guthrie.)

Representative Jason Chaffetz (R-UT) should not have a beard, but she knew what she was getting herself into. Wives always know.

The Team-Up Of The (Last But Also This) Century

“Explain this, uh, explain this to me again, Mr. Presley.”

“TH’ FUTURE NEEDS US, NIX. THEY ALL DONE TURNED SQUIRRELY AND HEROES ARE REQUIRED.”

“Squirrely, you say?”

“LIKE AN ACORN CONVENTION, MAN! HERE’S WHAT WE GONNA DO: YOU GONNA MAKE ME A TIME COP. THEN AH WILL DEPUTIZE YOU AS A FELLOW TIME COP. GOTTA DO IT BY TH’ BOOK.”

“Good thinking.”

“AN’ THEN ME AND YOU GOIN’ TO 2017 AND PUTTIN’ THE WHOLE DAMN YEAR UNNER ARREST.”

“Is there a charge? A particular crime we’re, uh, arresting the year for?”

“CONSORTIN’ WITH COMMUNISTS AN’ SMOKIN’ REEFER.”

“Either one of those things is unacceptable. Jenkins, are you writing this down?”

“Yes, sir. Communism, reefer.”

“THEY MAKIN’ URINE ON EACH OTHER, NIX. DON’T PLAY FOOTBALL RIGHT NO MORE. WORLD DONE GONE MAD.”

“Sounds rough.”

“THERE MAY OR MAY NOT BE ALIENS INVOLVED. PROB’LY. LESS CROSS THAT STARGATE WHEN WE COME TO IT, NIX.”

“Elvis, I have no goddamned idea what you’re talking about.”

“THAT DON’ MATTER. WHAT DOES MATTER IS YOUR BURNIN’ HATRED OF THE COMMUNIST.”

“Oh, I hate them.”

“PREACH, SON.”

“Some people say that the only good Commie is a dead Commie; I disagree. To, uh, to me: the only good Communist is one that had never been created in the first place. The other day I asked my wife, Pat, what she was afraid of. She said, ‘Mr. President, I’m afraid of spiders and Communists.’ So, uh, my distaste of their system is now personal.”

“AH KILLED MANY COMMIES WHEN AH WAS IN THE ARMY.”

“Where were you stationed?”

“GERMANY. ALL OF THE DEATHS WERE ACCIDENTAL-TYPE SITUATIONS. AH WAS TAKIN’ A LOTTA SPEEDY PILLS AN’ BOUGHT MAHSELF ONE O’ THEM LI’L BMW CARS. AH BLAME THE COMMUNISTS.”

“How so?”

“THEY DID’N KNOW THE RIGHT KARATE MOVE TO DEFEND THEYSELVES.”

“Which is?”

“BEIN’ INSIDE WHEN AH DRIVE BY.”

“Ha! Excellent. Um, ElvIs: how do you know they were Communists?”

“WHAT ELSE COULD THEY BE, MAN?”

“Are you all right, son?”

“AH AM ELVIS. AH WOULD LIKE SOME WAWA, THOUGH.”

“Jenkins, bring Elvis some wawa.”

“Wawa, sir?”

“WAWA, DAMN YOU, BOY! BRING ME MAH WAWA! AH GOT A PARCHED THROAT AN’ MAH KARATE WILL DRY OUT.”

“Water! You mean water.”

“AND SCARVES!”

“What?”

“SCARVES, BOY!”

“What kind of scarf? Winter?”

“WINTER!? NIX, I’M ‘BOUT TO LAY A SMACKIN’ ON YOUR BOY HERE.”

“I would approve of that. He’s been slacking lately.”

“A MAN ENTERS YOUR HOME, YOU OFFER HIM SCARVES AND WATER. THIS IS THE COMMON COURTESY PRACTICED BY THE GREEKS CALLED XENIOS.”

“Kind of, sir. Mr. Presley–”

“CALL ME KING. MR. PRESLEY IS MAH CORNCOB-ASSWIPIN’, FIREMAN-HATIN’, TURTLE-EATIN’, SEMI-RABID DIPSTICK OF A DADDY–

“Vernon.”

“–AND AH AM AN INFORMAL MAN. KING WILL DO.”

“Great. King. I’m just going to bring you water, and you’re going to have to settle your own scarf situation.”

“AH DON’ LIKE THAT BOY’S ATTITUDE.”

“Been thinking about replacing him with a tape recorder.”

“THASS A GOOD IDEA, MAN. NOW LESS GO RESCUE TH’ FUTURE FROM ISSELF.”

“I’m still lost.”

Clause 2: This Time It’s Jurisprudential

“General Washington!”

“Oh, knock it off, Jenkins.”

“Sir, I think we should talk over the Do-Over Clause one more time before we sign the Constitution.”

“Signed? That was the Declaration of Independence, numbskull.”

“What happens to this?”

“Ratified.”

“Oh, that sounds fancy.”

“Get to your point, Jenkins.”

“The Do-Over Clause. There’s more than two months in between the election and inauguration.”

“Four.”

“What, sir?”

“Inauguration was originally in March.”

“March? Why?”

“We live in the past, Jenkins: winter travel is impossible.”

“Right, right. Anyway: I say we stick it in there.”

“What possible need could we have of your ridiculous clause, Jenkins?”

“What if the President-Elect enjoyed being peed on by Communists?”

“What the hell is a Communist?”

“Like a demon, but colder.”

“No one is being peed on by demons, Jenkins!”

“I’d like to be peed on by demons!”

“Shut up, Ben Franklin. Jenkins, the American people do not now and will never in the future require a ‘do-over.’ They shall elect the good, the great, and the forgettable. Human nature shall keep some sort of non-prepared, vainglorious lout with a pickpocket’s heart and a rat’s morals out of office.”

“We are talking about the American people here, right?”

“Shut up, Jenkins.”

“Okay, okay. What about a clause stating that the presidential candidates must release their tax returns?”

“What the hell is a tax return?

“THASS WHEN UNCLE SAM TAKES A BIG OL’ CHOMP OUT THE MONEY YOU MADE SINGIN’ AN’ DOIN’ KARATE.”

Elvis, get out of here!

“COME WITH ME, GEORGE WASHINGTON. THE FUTURE DONE NEEDS YOU, BUT YOU CAN’T HAVE NO SLAVES NO MORE.”

“What the fuck is going on, Jenkins?”

“No idea, General.”

“I don’t need this bullshit. I’m George fucking Washington. Martha!”

“Yes, dear?”

“Fetch the children!”

“We don’t have any, dear.”

“You can have one of mine!”

“Shut up, John Adams.”

He’s Not The President We Deserve, But He’s The One We Need

“LEMME INNERDUCE YOU TO A REAL PRESIDENT.”

“Hello. I’m President Nixon. You see the Redskins game?”

Dammit. Elvis, can I see you over here?

“OVER IN TH’ CORNER?”

Sure.

“HAHA! AH GOT YOU! THERE AIN’T NO CORNER IN THIS HERE OFFICE!”

Right.

“ISS OVAL, BOY.”

Gotcha.

“AIN’T NAMED AFTER EDWARD P. OVAL OR NOTHIN’ LIKE THAT.”

I understand. Please come speak to me in private. Excuse us, Mr President.

“Of course. I will, uh, stand here making my signature noise.”

Ha-roo.

“Ha-roo. Yes, that’s it. I, uh, enjoy making that sound. The, uh, kids enjoy it. So does Pat. It’s an American sort of noise, and I think it is the kind of noise that will bring us to the negotiating table in Saigon.”

Great.

“AH WILL FOLLOW YOU INTO RELATIVE PRIVACY, BUT MUST WARN YOU OF MY ARMAMENTS.”

Jesus, they let you come in here with guns?

“AH WAS REFERRING TO MAH MASTERY OF THE MARTIAL ARTS. OUT OF RESPECT FOR MAH BROTHERS IN LAW ENFORCEMENT IN THE SECRET SERVICE–”

That’s right, you think you’re a cop.

“–AH HAVE DISARMED MAHSELF.”

Good.

“AH DEFINE ‘DISARMED’ AS HAVING FOUR GUNS OR FEWER ON MAH PERSON.”

How many guns do you have on your person?

“FOUR.”

Dammit, Elvis.

“WHAT IF A WHITE HOUSE DOWN SITUATION BROKE OUT? THE HIPPIES ARE LIABLE TO TAKE THE BUILDIN’ AT ANY MOMENT. AH SAW SOME ON THE WAY IN. THEY WAS WOOLY BOOGERS, MAN.”

I don’t know what any of that means.

“WHATCHOO WANT, BOY? AH’M TALKING TO THE PRESIDENT OF THESE HERE UNITED STATES.”

Yeah. How did this happen?

“AH JUST SHOWED UP.”

And they let you in?

“AH AM ELVIS.”

Sure. Listen, what you’re thinking of is very sweet but please don’t do it.

“AH SHALL USE THE POWER OF TH’ TIME CAPE TO BRING Y’ALL A DECENT PRESIDENT. GONNA SHOOT HIM SOME HIPPIES AND VIET CONG, AN’ THEN HE GONNA TELL THE COMMIES TO LICK HIS BALLS. THASS A MAN RIGHT THERE.”

Leave Nixon where and when he is.

“DON’ YOU BE TELLIN’ THE KING WHAT TO DO, BOY! 21ST CENTURY IS FULL O’ SQUIRRELS. Y’ALL NEED THE KING AND Y’ALL NEED A LITTLE NIXON. IN YOUR HEART, YOU KNOW AH’M RIGHT.”

You are not right in my heart or any other place. Do not do this.

“YOU GONNA SIT THERE AN’ TELL ME HE AIN’T BETTER’N THAT GUY YOU GOT COMIN’ IN?”

No. Not saying that at all.

“HEY, NIX. YOU EVER HAVE HOOKERS MAKE THEIR WATER ON YA?”

“Uhhh, no. No, I have never engaged in, uh, such behaviors.”

“THERE YA GO, BOY. AH’M GONNA PACK TH’ PRESIDENT A BAG AN’ TEACH HIM ‘BOUT THE INNERNET.”

I’m begging you not to do this.

“I am prepared to serve my country.”

Oh, shut up.

 

 

Let Me Slip Into Something Less Comfortable

Jesus! What the fuck is this?

“TOSSIN’ THE OL’ PIGSKIN ‘ROUND. MOSTLY AN EXCUSE TO PEG CHARLIE HODGE IN TH’ HEAD WITH THE BALL.”

You don’t look right.

“AH AM NOT IN MAH GARMENTS.”

It hurts to look at you. It’s like looking at a cthulu.

“DON’ BE LOOKIN’ AT NO CTHULUS, BOY! ONE GLIMPSE’LL TURN YOUR EYEBALLS INTO WAFFLES.”

That’s what I’m saying. Please stop wearing human clothes.

“BETTER?”

So much.

“LOOK HOW AWESOME AH AM.”

Wow.

“YOU GOT ME, DRACULA, AN’ THAT DARTH VADER FELLA C’N PULL OFF A CAPE.”

What about superheroes?

“AH’M TALKIN’ ‘BOUT REAL PEOPLE HERE, BOY. ME, DRACULA, MR. STAR WAR. THASS IT. SHORT LIST.”

Okay, okay.

“EACH OF MAH JUMPSUITS HAS ISS OWN HIST’RY. THIS ONE HERE FOUGHT IN THE BATTLE O’ MANASSASS.”

I don’t think it did.

“IT SCREAMS AT NIGHT, STILL DREAMING OF BLOOD AND GRASS, AND THE LAST BREATHS OF YOUNG MANGLED MEN.”

What the fuck, Elvis?

“THUNDERBIRD HAS HIS DEMONS!”

The jumpsuits have names?

“COURSE THEY DO, BOY. THERE’S THUNDERBIRD, PHOENIX BLACK PINWHEEL.”

Oh, cool.

“MAGENTA SNACKTIME, EIFFEL POWER, TWICE IMPISH.”

No.

“FEATHERS IN A COMA, SUMATRAN TIGER, UNBELIEVABLY GREEN.”

These are not the names of your jumpsuits. Stop making things up.

“LOOK HOW AWESOME AH AM.”

Oh, fine.

A Tale Of Two Cities (Temporarily)

Let’s get beyond the irony of the sign on the right: it is basic and obvious, and it would lower us to belabor it.

It’s kinda perfect, though.

Oh, absolutely. It’s the type of detail only a hack novelist or real life could come up with.

Maybe it’s French.

Oh, the Lé Itimatê?

Yeah.

No.

No. It’s just funny.

It is. They wanted to be classy so bad, and they did it so badly.

Right. What and when is this?

This is the International Hotel in 1969; Elvis started headlining there on July 31st of that year. He played the whole month of August–a dinner show at 8 and then another at midnight–and if you adjust for the time zones, then it’s likely the King was performing at the same instant that the Dead were onstage at Woodstock.

We are told this is culturally significant.

Enthusiasts–and I am sure you can see this coming–I would pick this over Woodstock in a hummingbird’s heartbeat. Don’t get me wrong: my heart would be in a shit-strewn field without basic facilities listening to Joan Baez, but only metaphorically; my physical heart would be with the rest of my body in Las Vegas.

This is an opinion best argued in bullet points, Enthusiasts. TotD presents Reasons To Choose 8/16/69 In Vegas Rather Than Woodstock:

  • I reiterate: no Joan Baez.
  • Also neither Country Joe, nor Fish.
  • But fish would be available–sole or flounder, with a choice of two sides–and so would a sweeping variety of other foods; there are also beverages of hard and soft natures.
  • Whereas Woodstock ran out of food.
  • Forget the narrative-induced juxtaposition of Vegas/Woodstock in any societal sense: the place with the food is always better than the place without the food.
  • In the casino that Bill Graham set up backstage at Woodstock, there was no craps table; point: Vegas.
  • Did not rain in Las Vegas in August, and if it did you could just go inside and play craps.
  • I didn’t look that up, but it did not rain in Las Vegas in August.
  • Oh, wait.
  • I did look that up.
  • BOOM, bitches!
  • Don’t call the nice people that.
  • The need to get at me, dog.
  • Don’t talk like DMX, either.
  • Get out of the bullet points.
  • You get out of the bullet points.

Fine. It is worth noting–as long as we’re discussing the narrative-induced juxtaposition of Woodstock/Vegas in a societal sense–that the Vegas lineup is far more diverse on a strictly numbers basis (33% to 15%) but judged by a metric of “southern lunatics” then the Vegas show is not diverse at all.

But look at that show! (Yeah, yeah: it’s two separate shows, but you could see them all in one night)

This is what the Ike and Tina Turner Revue sounded like in 1969:

Four songs–not lip-synced, real performances–and an interview with Hugh Hefner. Feel free to skip the interview if you don’t want to watch Ike get escalatingly more perturbed as Hugh directs all of his questions to Tina, but stick around for the Ikettes. Also, Hugh has invited every single one of his black friends to the taping, and the director is determined to let you see them having a good time.

And this is Wayne Cochran and the C. C. Riders from a few years later:

So there’s that.

There’s no film of Elvis at the International that first run, but this is what he sounded like the week after Woodstock on 8/24/69:

http://https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ue9aPMxFK3Y

It’s a clear SBD, and uncut: you get to have fun with Elvis onstage as he babbles about whatever comes into his head, and also squirrels.

Then, when those three high-powered, house rockin’ bands are done, you can play blackjack or wear hats or have mob tie; whatever people did in Vegas late at night back then.

Or you could make a doody in a bush while Ravi Shankar sitars at you.

There is no choice.

  • Hey. Excuse me.

Why are you still in there?

  • I don’t know. I can’t leave. Can you help me, please? It’s brittle and loud in here. There are monsters.

Oh, wow. The bullet points are their own separate reality? Never realized. Live and learn.

  • Please help. I shouldn’t be here; I don’t have enough nipples.

You’re on your own.

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