To start this blog, I must explain a little bit about my manly daschaund, named after the two biggest icon's of the 70's. My dog's name is Elvis Knieval.
Wasn't Elvis' main fan base women? Didn't women love him? Wasn't he a karaoke singing pedophile?
The answer to all these question's is yes. But despite all that, he is a male icon. How? Think about it men. Here is a guy who started off by singing "the black man's music", thus thumbing his nose at conventional thinking. He then shook his hips, dampened many a pantie, and got more ass than a toilet seat.
In the height of his popularity, he dated a 14 year old girl, served our country to escape scrutiny, came back, and went back to his old ways.
He hired an incredible band, forced people to sign over their songs to him, made bazillions of dollars, gave away extravagant gifts, and got more ass than a toilet seat.
He got married, had Lisa Marie, became a junkie, got an honorary badge from the DEA, spied on the Beatles, and got more ass than a toilet seat.
He then said screw it, signed contracts with Vegas, bought a belt buckle the size of a hub cap, put on a jump suit, and ate peanut butter and bananna sandwichs, deep fried. All the while, getting more ass than a toilet seat.
He then died, while on the toilet. Ironically, a toilet seat involved in his death.
Evel Knieval was a hillbilly, who liked to ride motorcycles, and jump things. A daredevil if you may.
Evel Knieval was a man, not the brightest man, but a man with the biggest set of balls ever recorded.
I'm not talking Ill of the dead. He took regular motorcycles, did very little to them, and would jump over things that most people wouldn't dream of even trying. He was successful at first, thus boosting his confidence.
But as a man's man, and an entertainer, he wasn't satisfied, so he tried for more. This is where it proves that he wasn't the brightest bulb on the xmas tree.
When you think of Evel Knievel, you don't think of his successes, you think of his failures. Because they were many, and spectacular. And yet he kept at it.
Did he listen when it was explained to him that by the laws of physics, what he wanted to do was impossible? Hell No! Did he listen when they told him that mechanically, it was impossible? Hell No! Did he listen when they told him all the coke, booze, and painkillers would put him in an early grave? Hell No!
Because no matter what, these two men realized, that the show must go on. And as men, when we wake up, and our backs are aching, our head is throbbing, and there is a dead hooker in the bed besides us...do we call off work? Hell No! The show must go on.
And why waste a sick day on being sick?
God Bless America
Mr 7000000
