The Epic Run of Charlie.

Everything is epic now, after Charlie said it. Every lip out there is quoting the fella who said “The run I was on”. More than 2 million people grabbed the bandwagon with both hands, gripping the railing like it was the Ark of All Time, clinging to his profile on the “Haiku”-site of personal messages; Twitter. The way to salvation goes through the Bi-Winning freight train philosophy roaring past the Establishment Town Hall like a mental patient on meth.

Man, the Charlie Sheen saga is that kind of reality show we all have been waiting for since the lame, castrated The Osbornes, At the Hogans or At Runs House tried to cash in on late fame. What we want is some pure, hardcore, mental stuff presented in a Henry Miller/Hunter Thompson-ish way, mad but entertaining babble that you almost can relate to.

I do raise my flag of Sheen-mania on my boat, ‘cause this “Epic”-run of his is pretty hilarious from a distance, I would not like to be on his little island when he starts going but I sure can take a seat on the stand and cheer this crazy horse down the track.

Ustream it, interview it, buy a freaking Go-Pro cam and get yourself a High Definition broadcast when you call up the poor bastards surrounding you, man. Compose fabulous Tweets for the Haiku people. Serve 15 minutes of Sheenish rambling, put your anecdotes on silver plates and stir it up with that mescaline, coked up energy we see wherever you pop up. Come on, we’re having fun here. This kind of entertainment haven’t been broadcasted since the nation was populated with one channel-people, when the shots rang out in Dallas. TV has become a dead, boring medium, the internet is overflowing with so-called social networking pages like Facebook, Myspace, Linkedin and all that crap. And then, in the middle of internet porn, world catastrophes and civil war broadcasts, revolution marches and sport controversies, a self-proclaimed Rock Star of an actor pops up with what will be called the Event of 2011. An event that will overshadow everything else, because people low a celebrity field day.

The seagulls follow the trawler to sea, the jackals lurk around what they hope is a soon to be decaying party and flies are waiting to lay their eggs in the meat. Toothless sharks wag their fishy tails, almost dead dogs crawl to the dry waterhole.

Me, I gotta get of the bandwagon now, end this opportunistic effort of a post, dig my claws into fresher meat without coming across as some kind of ruminant out on the plain. But you sure did put a smile on my face, Charlie, you sure did.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5aSa4tmVNM
http://www.ustream.tv/charliesheen