Mr. Rilch says that if I’m ever brutally murdered, he will go on TV. Not on any of the fluff shows, but in a press conference, where he will tell the perpertrator(s) to give themself/ves up, and anyone who knows anything to speak up, because they’ll fare far better at the hands of the authorities than they will if he has to find them himself.
But that’s hardly what people are ranting about here. There’s no way he’d let himself be manipulated by Katie Couric, or anyone of that ilk.
A while ago, the man whose wife was killed and was himself nearly killed and a tragic killer bee attack was on the today show being interviewed by either Ann Curry or Katie Couric (like it matters, they’re both the same) and he stated passionately that everyone watching should go out and destroy any bee hives they came across or else, and I’m not kidding, we would lose the war against bees.
In the spirit of that uneducated hillbillys confused rant, I have instructed my family to go on television and proclaim a war against whatever killed me, no matter how inane.
“We need to go to war against all folding lawn chairs before they crush another man to death just like they done did my poor Bubba!”
Although the local airport mechanic accused me of that last time I had a hard landing, no, my hobby consists of throwing myself at the ground and missing.