08-19-2003, 05:35 PM
That wasn't Bigfoot. That was the Nuclear Coyote, a thoroughly unambitious and misguided superhero who was born in the irradiated wastes of an Nevada atomic bomb testing range. Most beings who become gifted with super-powers seek out some high and noble purpose in life, to dedicate their efforts to the upholding of justice, liberty, and the American Way.
But what does the Nuclear Coyote do with his gifts? The dumb schmuck moves to Vegas, fails a turn as a lounge singer ("Let's face it, kid. Vegas just ain't ready for a six-foot tall tux-wearing dog who croons Sinatra all night...") and spends the remainder of his nights at the blackjack tables.
And, of course, he occaissionally makes it out to Area 51 for a poker game with the "gang".
But what does the Nuclear Coyote do with his gifts? The dumb schmuck moves to Vegas, fails a turn as a lounge singer ("Let's face it, kid. Vegas just ain't ready for a six-foot tall tux-wearing dog who croons Sinatra all night...") and spends the remainder of his nights at the blackjack tables.
And, of course, he occaissionally makes it out to Area 51 for a poker game with the "gang".
Political Correctness is the idea that you can foster tolerance in a diverse world through the intolerance of anything that strays from a clinical standard.