[frmrda]

Yes, thousands of people w/ some weird obsession w/ this overweight, drug addicted womanizer, who met and seduced his wife when she was 14. Yes, truly something to look up to. And for God's sake, his music wasn't all that good. Just because he was the blackest sounding white guy alive he became famous.

I'll always remember the fat Elvis, so bloated on pills that he sweated more than an Al-Queda member in an Special Ops interrogation. That and keeling over while on the crapper.

I really don't get these people. They're probably the same folks who lined the streets when Dale Earnhart died. Granted, that was a tragedy, but it's not like the guy was a "hero" or anything. He was a freaking race car driver. And Elvis was a singer. Why the obsessions?

[xp38]

Far from obsessed. I like his music. That's all. I'm sure you like someone else. I visited his place because it was sort of on the way to New Orleans and as a first time visitor to Memphis it was one of the things to see.

[Revolting cat!]

I'll always remember that the "hero" checked out of Graceland and the surrounding world while sitting on a gold crapper reading a book whuch claimed to prove that Jesus was an alien from outer space!

[veronica]

It's unfortunate that you are able to appreciate Elvis' genius. For he was a musical genius, embued with that genius from birth, so it was God-given.

I suggest you get a CD of Elvis' and listen to that glorious, soulful voice, or pick up a copy of "Elvis in the Morning", by William F. Buckley, who is a fan of Elvis, and has written extensively about The King. :)

[Conservative til I die]

Boy, you must be real fun at parties.

[Revolting cat!]

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