Actually, probably not, this really isn’t about Michael Jackson, though it certainly begins with Michael Jackson.
And it’s waaaay too easy to let the Michael Jackson jokes flow like a mighty river. No, Michael just contextualizes this.
For more context, this IS from the Blue Hanger, that great burial ground where Goodwill sends its crappiest crap to the compost heap. As far as I can tell, crap is thrown, hot-potato style, from store to store–sometimes you can follow a single piece of horrible pottery to three different store locations, even coming full circle to its original home. When something is deemed unsellable–and it’s AMAZING what Goodwill can sell–it’s sent to the Blue Hanger, loaded unceremoniously into a bin, and sold for next to nothing.
So, an incomplete Michael Jackson puzzle-poster, from his mid-80’s glory days when his skin was pretty close to his original color, and Bubbles hadn’t become a running joke yet. On that note, I never heard about the llama. You know, I think I’d respect him, even fear him, that much more if the llama had been the running joke.
Anyway, this is not the time to mock the dead. Particularly on Memorial Day. No, this is really about satanic blue butterflies.
I remember this list. It’s like the list from Kill Bill, where Uma Thurman methodically picked off her foes from the bottom up. Whoever it is just recently marked Rusty off their list–with a star, which I can only infer means “all his family, loved ones, and everyone he holds dear,” and has been working methodically ever since Kevin and…ah…Romain? Ramum?
No clue. All that we do know is that Mad Dog is the Leader. Whether this means that Mad Dog is the last one to feed to the evil blue butterfly god to appease his endless anger, or that Eddie and Mike are the last ones living on Mad Dog’s personal hit list, no-one can say. But I wouldn’t want to be Mike right now.
Found at North Austin Blue Hanger on McNeil