Rock ‘n’ roll, gyrating hips, bad enunciation, lousy movies, drug abuse and an untimely and humiliating end in his filthy bathroom. This was your life, Elvis. Congratulations.
It would appear that the false king is still dead. But the one true King, the Son of G-d still reigns. And His joyful noise is far greater than any off-key caterwauling ever uttered by this overrated and puffed up pop star.
Discuss your recollections of this untalented and mouldering fallen star, the anniversary of Woodstock (that muddy and smelly anti-climax of the ill-fated “summer of love”) or whatever else seems important on this day.
Aside: An always refreshing voice in the comments reminded me of that great swinging crooner without equal, Pat Boone. His columns, like those of another great American, Chuck Norris, be read over at World Net Daily.