Anyway, those on the right swallowed his speech spoon by spoon. They love this stuff. His words hearken back to a time they have dearly entrenched in their hearts. They desperately long to go back to those times, when black people were butlers, or drivers, or maids in uniforms, or sang and danced in honky tonks, and brown people who speak Spanish were either hombres or sidekicks, or only came to town during harvest season. Gay people either minced quietly in the background, or were over blown comic caricatures on the silver screen where they could be laughed at by people who had no problem with discrimination. These are the people who love John Kelly's art. The fact that he embodies a dying culture terrifies them and so they live for his words. To them he is a success.
On a lighter note, I'm going to go see "Geostorm" this coming Wednesday. You know, the new Gerard Butler movie? Somehow, I don't think he's going to be wearing this costume since it's a CGI adventure.
But let's be perfectly honest here, I would rather pay to see Gerard Butler than freely listen to John Kelly's fake art any hour, of any day of the week. One is honest about crafting his art, the other tries to artfully craft deceit into truth.