01.13.13
McAfee (continued)
Now in Portland, John McAfee gave interviews to the Willamette Week. McAfee drips condescension, passed off as an urbane rich man’s wisdom, telling the journalists that to become wealthy all one needs is to become an empty hole through which cash flows as quickly as possible. And that the best lays are ugly girls.
Of course, for the last few decades musical groups have occasionally made tunes about the latter observation, the truth of which readers probably learned … sometime back in junior high.
You can turn the odious into humorous fun for the boys. This is not John McAfee’s forte. He’s just odious.
But the Macc Lads, an English punk rock group that operated from the early Eighties to the early Nineties, had it down.
They have nothing to do with the life of John McAfee. But they were avuncular and honestly depraved in ways more human than he’s capable of. And listening to them made me want to visit Macclesfield.
Sadly, reading of McAfee in the Willamette Week does not engender the same enthusiasm for Mary’s Strip Club in a rundown section of Portland, the equivalent of Erv’s BYOB in old Allentown, or wherever you may be familiar with in ex-urban concrete and cinder block USA.
Thought exercise: What’s the proposed eventual sales value for a graphic novel or telemovie on a man who works overtime being contemptible wherever he goes?
Miss Macclesfield.
Or — God’s Gift to Women — a song John McAfee takes way too far.
John McAfee — Culture of Lickspittle 2012 Man of the Year.
John McAfee with the usual pros.