He never even crosses their minds unless some mole brings his name up. Those self absorbed, narcissistic twits and twats care nothing for each other.
Yeah, that drives me nuts, the way the primitives idolize dead primitives who didn't do a damned thing, and ignore Chief S itting Bull, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive, who was undoubtedly the Greatest Primitive Ever.
Years after his death, the primitives still yap about the grotesquely obese Kephra, as if he ever did anything on Skins's island other than copy-and-paste news articles.
Years after his death, the primitives still yap about the late red round one, as if he ever did anything on Skin's island the seven months he was there, other than beg for money.
When these two clowns died, the primitive mourning went on for weeks, and multiple campfires.
In early November 2011, Chief S itting Bull died, and he was cold and rigid and rotting in the grave for nearly a week before a primitive bothered mentioning he'd died.
And there were only two campfires, one lit by the CalPig primitive, the other by the brain-damaged primitive, garnering only a few primitive comments.
Yet the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive was the Greatest Primitive Ever; he so well exemplified all those things the primitives like: anger, Hate, rage, bitterness, violence, big-mouthery. And he wrote his own original material; he didn't copy-and-paste arrticles, or beg for money.
Scant gratitude Redstone got, for all he did for the primitives.
I still say that when the Mount Rushmore of great primitives is sculpted, probably on the side of a big rock in Vermont, the ugly mug of Chief S itting Bull will have the same jutting prominence as does George Washington on the real Mount Rushmore.
Kephra and Andy weren't near worthy enough to kiss Chief S itting Bull's loincloth--yet the primitives remember and mourn them more than they do the Greatest Primitive Ever.
Stupid ungrateful primitives. Par for the course, I guess.
