Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?
There was me, that is Levi, and I sat in my hovel last night trying to make up my rassoodocks what to do with the evening. I was drinking Green Tea plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom, which is what I was drinking. This would sharpen me up and make me ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence.
When I was good and liquored up, I put on Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s greatest movie, The Wedding of Maria Braun (via Netflix’s instant streaming, no extra charge oh my brothers).
It’s about this devotchka in Germany in 1945 who marries this malchick who goes off to the Russian front.
So there’s a nice bit of ultra-violence and said hubby disappears.
So the sheila hooks up with this Yankee shvartze and becomes pregnant with his baby.
And then her hubby comes back and the aryan devotchka kills the schvartze but her hubby takes the rap and goes to prison.
Maria not only survivies, she thrives. She becomes rich. She takes lovers. She sacrifices everything to create a great life with her hubby when he comes out.
And as she made sacrifice after sacrifice, heroic deed after heroic deed, I thought, this sheila is just like Holly Randall.
Looks like her too.
