Now, now, frank, ya can't expect him to vote for an "Uncle Tom"! After all, he might be tryin' to get those of his race off the gubmint dole and cost "Big Nose" a vote away from his masters!
I'm always waivering between thinking Oscar Wilde is nomination-worthy for the Top 10 DUmmies [Primitives] of 2010, and then thinking he's not. Sometimes the large-proboscised primitive is interesting, other times like, really really boring.
Oscar Wilde who, as it turns out, is circa twenty years older than I had thought he was, was born and raised in the New York City area, and was on a "fast track" to become the Wonder of Wall Street, starting off as a lowly runner on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange, and moving up.
But then one day he had a temper tantrum, and on the ferry to Staten Island, threw that all overboard.
Oscar Wilde ended up in Florida, where he's disconsolately unhappy. He doesn't like Florida, he doesn't like the decent and civilized people of Florida (and incidentally, he doesn't like small town folk either)--if he finds it so depressing, one wonders why he doesn't get on the next boat to New York.
But no, he insists upon staying down in Florida, congesting, polluting, the place and making the decent and civilized people of Florida miserable.
It's sort of like Mrs. Alfred Packer, originally from urban Ohio, down there in northeastern Oklahoma, despising the kind and gentle people of Oklahoma.
Oscar Wilde's a big fan of that guy down there in Florida, that madman, Albert Gray or Alfred Greyson or Alyosius Greystone, or whatever his name is. Given recent polls, I'm sure Oscar Wilde isn't especially mellow.
I dunno why, when primitives are so unhappy, they don't move to green pastures.
But anyway, getting back to my original point, sometimes Oscar Wilde is amusing, other times drearily boring.
