If that happened, going out as an entree was a better ending than she deserved.
Our Canaris on Skins's island says that's what happened; it's on these two shoulders, that Mrs. Alfred Packer ran away, after having given decent and civilized people so much innocent merriment and rib-tickling amusement.
That pisses me off like you wouldn't believe.
franksolich at no time, never, has obstructed a primitive from hanging around Skins's island, or discouraged a primitive from acting in its natural primitival state.
franksolich has no greater effect on what the primitives do and say on Skins's island, than does a viewer watching a show on television have any control over what the actors do and say.
This is ridiculous. The only thing I can think of is that by the DUmpster parodying the primitives, the DUmpster makes the primitives lose confidence in what they say and do, and even become ashamed, embarrassed, humiliated.
Well, if one's not confident in what one says or does, probably one shouldn't be saying or doing it in the first place.
I dunno; it's late, and I'm rambling here.
This also shows a grievous lack of self-deprecating humor among the primitives; they take themselves way too seriously. Myself, I wouldn't care a whit if the primitives parodied, lampooned, mocked franksolich; in fact, I'd probably laugh along with the primitives, as I'm sure all other decent and civilized people would too.
(Note to the sparkling husband dude and the dorkio primitive: simply calling franksolich childish names or "stupid," is NOT humor; it's just shit coming out the wrong end. I suggest both of you develop some more-sophisticated literary talents, emulating my example.)