Watch Your Back, Pooh!

Sometimes coincidence is a little to frightening that it turns a rational mind like mine to consider another level of intervention. Few weeks ago Paul Winchell, the voice of Tigger from Winnie the Pooh, died. Less than 24 hours later the death of John Fiedler was announced.

He was the voice of Piglet.

I shit you negative. I sense a conspiracy or an orchestrated murder ring. If the voice of Eyore or Christopher Robbins takes the dirt nap I'll be even more suspicious.

I sense these deaths are no coincidence, likely perpetrated by someone that shares my anger. When I was a kid the word "poo" still meant something. You could yell "poo" on a street corner and people would look at you like you were nuts. Those were the days...

Then the social engineering puritanical christian supremiscists invented "Winnie the Pooh", the story of the ill-adventures of a greedy, gluttonous bear cub. They tacked an "H" on the end of the most offensive word you could get away with saying on the air. It was a silent "H" and it forever changed the impact of the word, "Poo".

They robbed us of a form of expression. Luckily their assault on the First Amendment ended there and their efforts to forward campaigns of "Davie the Fahrt" and "Dicky Fuchwad" never really had traction.

In a related note, the death of Winchell has reminded me that he, like Edgar Bergen, was a ventriloquist, but a ventriloquist ON THE RADIO!

Can someone tell me how you get THAT gig? As X24 put it, "Wow, I can't believe you are drinking that entire glass of water!..." Only Americans would buy that stuff -- it was before television and we were easily duped by shit like that. Now we have 300 channels of empty corrupt madness to lie to us.

Watch your back Pooh. Keep searching for that Woozle.