Jimmy the Piper
Monday, Oct. 22, 2012
Don’t feel too funny today, but I still get a chuckle out of a “Used-to-be-beloved Yorkshireman”, Jimmy Savile. He was a knighted man and sort of folk hero to many. His looks were a cross between Dr. Emmett Brown in back to the future and comedian, Alan King. The latter being a pretty big asshole, I don’t know about Jimmy’s social compatibilities. He was however, a really goofy-looking sonofabitch. His unmanageable straight, Andy Warhol, grey hair, huge cigar and stupid looking glasses made him the unmistakable “Jimmy Savile!”
Jimmy, over many decades, was involved with numerous charities, hospitals and fund raisers mostly for children’s issues. He has raised millions of pounds for the Broadmoor hospital and others, and even had his own room in the hospital to be closer to the kids he loved so much. He was Top of the pops!…….. Is this starting to sound familiar?
Jimmy didn’t coach at Penn State, he wasn’t a Boy Scout troop leader, and least of all, “Santa Maria”, he wasn’t a priest. But shit! That didn’t stop him. Religion has never been a reason for reasoning. Jimmy buggered and buggered his way to being an Idol of many TV viewers. He died this year. Newspapers wrote the beautiful obituaries and stories of his virtues. In Scarborough, his death, begat piles of ideas on how to eulogize his name forever. Plaques, signs and statues were on every councilman’s agenda. There was a huge funeral and procession to his graveside and large wonderful headstone was placed where Jimmy lay.
What happened next can only be called a “Fat Ten”, (TV slang) you look it up. A powerful investigative news show pulled a story about Jimmy and created the whole fluke of brilliance. Jimmy was outed! Bugger that. What has followed has simply been a firestorm of unintended comprehension over his hidden lifestyle. Of course, no one knew anything about Jimmy’s peculiarities and secret sleep walking. Story after story of how: “I never knew that Jimmy was that way. I never saw him…” The mice scattered. Even the nurses at his hospitals have come out and told stories of telling the kids to just to pretend they’re asleep when Jimmy comes into the room.
So……..Nobody Knew Nothin’?? Just the kids, I am sure they remember every torturous minute. They didn’t profit in anyway by Jimmy’s presence, but everyone else did in one way or another. Like a herd of deaf, dumb and blind fucking monkeys. Meanwhile…back in Scarborough, all the plagues, leaflets and possible accolades have vanished. The huge black marble headstone has disappeared and only a pile of fresh dirt remains.
In his absence, he has denied us a beautiful perp-walk in an orange jump suit. The revelations by the Boy Scouts of America this week have pretty much nailed the quote for all of us.
“Beware of the Pied Piper”
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