Skip to comments.One Piper Piping: Pitt's "All I Want for Christmas"
Posted on 12/26/2010 8:31:53 PM PST by Charles Henrickson
That nimble Christmas elf, Wee Willie Pitt, is holding court at Bukowski's, telling everyone within earshot his holiday wishes, here in this THREAD, "All I Want for Christmas."
The Pied Piper's pipings are in Red-nosed Red, while the commentary of your humble guest correspondent, Charles Henrickson, wondering how Will's attempt at stopping smoking is going, is in the [brackets]:
All I Want for Christmas
[IS A FREAKIN' CIGARETTE, D*MMIT! AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!]
By William Rivers Pitt
[One Piper piping . . .]
It's snowing in Boston, finally. . . . until yesterday, we here haven't had so much as a flake.
[Well, that's debatable.]
I've never been much of a summer person; heat and humidity tend to turn me into a useless gob of, well, uselessness.
[No, Pitt, you're a useless gob of uselessness all year round!]
Spring is nice, but around here it has made a generational habit of lasting 0.0000031 days before the heat hammer comes down.
[Spring also has this nasty way of reminding one of a certain Rove indictment scoop of May 12, 2006.]
Autumn is, of course, the World Heavyweight Champion of Seasonal Awesome, but . . .
[This November ruined it.]
Give me winter. Give me cold wind and snowstorms . . .
[GIVE ME A CIGARETTE!!!]
bare branches wrapped in white, pink noses and boots and big coats with lots of pockets.
["Bare branches wrapped in white, pink noses"?? Is this like a cocaine reference or something, Will?]
You can dress for the cold. You can't dress for the heat. At least, I can't. . . .
I could go around in high August wearing nothing more than a handkerchief and a prayer. . . .
[No, please, Will, don't!]
and I would still be dying a slow, sweaty death. Hat, sweater, coat, gloves, boots, a positive attitude and a love for not sweating through your clothes. . . .
[No Pitt stains for sweaty Will!]
When I lived downtown and my bar was only a few blocks away, the best nights I can remember. . . .
[As opposed to all those nights I couldn't remember ANYTHING. . . .]
always came during blizzards; the regulars would wrap up and slog through the drifts until we staggered into the warmth. . . .
[Pitt would stagger even in the summer.]
Kevin Spacey the actor came in one of those snowbound nights . . . and I got to lift a toast to Keyser Freakin' Soze. Beat that with a stick.
[I'm sure that was a highlight for Kevin Spacey, too, getting to meet you, the famous William Rivers Pitt. Maybe he can play you in the movie, "The Usually Sauced Pitt."]
And, yes, give me Christmas, with all the attendant mayhem, crowds, expense, travel, family bedlam and the ceaseless, intolerable, inescapable music.
["It's beginning to look a lot like Fitzmas . . ."]
When I was sixteen, I got a job at Filene's in order to raise money for Christmas presents; it was my second job at the time (my third, actually, if you count the golf course gig. . . .
[Pitt has to emphasize that he has actually HELD a paying job at times, so as not to be dismissed as a mere trust-fund baby.]
They put me in the Men's Underwear section. . . .
[Big mistake. Pitt much preferred to be in Women's Underwear.]
my station was right below a ceiling speaker that played insipid Christmas music on a 45-minute loop...for the entire ten hours of each of my shifts.
[Ten business hours, which are longer than ten regular hours.]
Even worse was The Sock.
[Even worse was The Temporary Sock Puppet.]
Press the button, and the sock would play "Jingle Bells" for five straight minutes, like this: "DEE DEE DEE, DEE DEE DEE, DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE," . . . two minutes later, another customer would come over, push the button - "DEE DEE DEE, DEE DEE DEE, DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE" - say "How cute!"
[HEE HEE HEE, HEE HEE HEE! How cute!]
My wife works in a large retail store, and has to deal with Christmas music starting the day after Thanksgiving. If I hate it, she loathes it with the fire of a million supernovas. . . . No lie, she turns into a ravening werewolf. . . .
[Will's mother turned into a Raven.]
Before the weekend is out, I will have seen my mother, my wife's parents, my wife's brother and his new wife, my wife's whole extended family, and all of it with my wife at my side.
[I wonder if any of them are Rethuglicans. Oh, to be a fly on the wall!]
We will eat, we will drink, we will be merry. . . .
[Will has volunteered to take care of the drinking part.]
Before Santa and presents and shopping and all the attendant Christmas b*llsh*t got involved, this holiday was enshrined to commemorate a guy who got nailed to a tree for daring to tell people to be kind to one another.
[Well, there was a little more to it than that, Will.]
I'm not tremendously religious by any measurable standard . . .
[. . . but even so, I will now give you advice based on my lack of knowledge.]
but the guy who got nailed to that tree had some deeply valid points to make. . . .
[I don't know the guy's name, except as a curse word, and I don't really study the Bible or know much about it or even believe most of what it says, but still I'll pull something out of context and lecture you about it.]
that guy had some good things to say . . . those lessons are well worth remembering. . . .
[Just pick the parts you like, pull them out of context, make them say what you want them to say to support your political agenda, and ignore the rest--as I, William Rivers Pitt, Expert on Everything, will now demonstrate.]
especially in a year when the rest of us got royally screwed so rich people could get fat tax breaks they don't need.
[Even though those "rich people" are paying WAY MORE in taxes than anybody else to start with! And how does that royally screw you, Will Pitt, that they don't get royally screwed even more?]
If you have two cloaks, give one away. Someone might even call that "socialism."
[No, I would call it "voluntary charity." VOLUNTARY charity, which is a whole lot different than the government forcibly taking people's money away from them, against their will, in order to give it to others. Have you ever read that "Thou shalt not steal" thing, Willie?]
Take care. Enjoy the snow. Help someone if you can. Hold close to you who and what you love.
[Rotate your tires.]
Be fiercely present in these mad days. . . .
["Be fiercely present," blah blah blah. . . . If that isn't typical progressive mumbo-jumbo claptrap, I've never heard it.]
Remember what we can do, together, if we lean in to the task. This is all I want for Christmas: Lean in. Lean hard.
[Lean meat. . . . As usual, Pitt's essay has gone on and on, so we'll just hear from one reader . . .]
Ah, Will, how beautiful...These lines made me weep. . . .
[These lines made *me* weep:
All I Want for Christmas
By William Rivers Pitt]
PJ may do some follow-up on this, later in this thread or as a follow-up thread. Stay tuned!
Pied Piper Pitt PING! —with a possible Pitt plagiarism angle to come! And Michael Moore QUOTING . . . PITT??
Top 5! Bow!
I pitty da fool!
Arrest that merry “gentleman.”
Nevertheless, it's also good to know that Pitt approves of the global warming-related blizzard that's about to reduce the environs of Boston to an icy zombie movie. They can snowshoe to Bukowski's and barricade themselves in against the Yukon blast but sooner or later they're going to run out of booze. Maybe even in 24 business hours.
Oh Man Charles! Did you see the one yesterday Where the Pittster decided to post a thread about how Mikey Moore Quoted him in his Christmas message?
I was going to ping you but it was Christmas.
It was all Pitt, gloating about how great Pitt was.
Bigger than Jesus!
I felt dirty just reading it LoL
I wanted to ping you to this yesterday.
The narcissism is remarkable!
I’ve got it! Pittsmas!!
I'm going to start a lawsuit to make it a state holiday right now.
What a complete, arrogant dick.
What’s the story with this puke being a “trust fund baby”? Does he claim to be one or is it the child molesting sock puppet alter personality claiming it?
PPP said the C-word!!!??? What next? *** bless America??...well...maybe not....
I was one of the Freepers that chased Pitt out of Free Republic.
You hit it, Laz?
Yes, boys and girls, William Pitt at one time long ago was a LOUSY DUMMIE TROLL!!! While his account was banned, of course, his screen name still exists, as you can see with this post.
It appears that Pitt’s rage has mellowed from earlier years.
. . . were the ones that didn't end with you passed out on the floor?
I love that movie, Zooey is a sweetheart.
“Many were increasingly of the opinion that they’d all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.
And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small café in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.
Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible, stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever.
This is not her story.”.......
WillPitt: I wanna talk about ME, wanna talk about I
I wanna talk about Number One, oh my me my
I would probably have to do it tomorrow since I have to split out soon to West Palm Beach to see my folks. That will take all day. Maybe can do it tonight or if you want to take it, go ahead.
Pitt is a Bruins fan? I knew there was a reason I stopped following hockey.
BTW, the most amazing thing about this episode is not that Pitt borrowed a line without attribution. It’s not that Moore quoted him. It’s the fact that MNoore had enough class to edit the swearing out of Pitt’s rant about the birth of Jesus. Now, if that ain’t a Christmas miracle...
Too bad that libs won’t take Moore and Pitt’s advice about helping the poor, as we know from study after study.
She sings like an angel, too.
Let nothing rude display....
I'm Mister Pitt, Miser
I'm Mister 'Son'
I'm Mister Arse Blister,
Trust-fund Account: Two Hundred One
They call me Pitt, Miser
What ever I touch
Won't escape from my clutch-
I'm too much...
Well, apparently the dumb asses in DUmmieland hang on his every word.
No matter what he posts, it attracts the mouth-breathers and the heavy-sighers, the idiots and the nitwits, who hang on his every word.
And anyone that calls him out on his crap is tombstoned real quick.
I've met his father, who seems to have a little bit more on the ball than his son, but even still, the entire family seems to be textbook examples of stupidity and self-aggrandizement.
“Thanks for all the FISHmas!”???
Thanks for the ping. On the plus side, Jesus was praised on DU, and that isn’t something you see every day. On the down side, Pitt came very close to quoting Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure: “Be excellent to each other”.
That’s a bucket of win there, Mikey. Outstanding!
So dish, dude...what were they like?