Frankly Bush

There was a man named Frankly Bush. He was from the South. He became a porn producer because, frankly, what else could he do? He fantasized about breaking into the offices of both Sapir and Whorff and gunning each man down. Stabbing them in their hearts or livers. Decorating their filing cabinets with their entrails. He never achieved this lofty ambition. But he did talk a great number of fourteen-year-old girls from Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi into having filmed sex with ex-cons who were old enough and nasty enough to be their fathers. And his tombstone did have a somewhat memorable epitaph. It read, "Frankly Bush. Now frankly bushed." People came from many nearby states to have their photograph taken in front of it. His reputation underwent a significant posthumous rehabilitation. As the stock of Mao, Lenin and George Washington fell, Frankly Bush's star began to rise at last. Much the way the South is always promising to do. Between spits.