Monday, April 29, 2002
There is a new show on the Fox television network featuring puppets acting like real people once again. This is nothing new, it beckons back to the old days of vaudeville where wood-and-cloth dolls would make innuendos about getting laid frequently when they weren’t performing. Much like Andrew “Dice” Clay during his fifteen minutes of popularity, before Ford Fairlaine.

Puppets are welcome to their shows and Church performances and whatever else they want, I just want them to stop perpetuating the myth they started long ago. It’s ironic, if not embryonic, that these puppets pretend to be real during the program and then so much is made of human performers manipulating the puppets and doing its voice off-camera, when the real truth is in the program.

Yes, I say what you have all long suspected when I tell you: Puppets are real.

Once again the government and a close-knit Hollywood enclave have taken the truth and wrapped an entertainment ribbon around it, then perpetuate a lie because they feel America isn’t ready for the truth. You’d be shocked and fall out of your seat, bumping your ass on your well-swept floor, if you knew how many movies in Hollywood are true stories disguised as fiction. The Truman Show? True, man. Show. Fight Club? True. Armageddon? True, except for the ridiculous dialogue. Apollo 13? Hang on to your ass, folks—it’s true.

More devastating to the population as a whole may be the secret that all of the Muppet movies are real. The de facto Muppet movie, The Muppet Movie is the real story of how puppets became a large workforce in Hollywood. The frog, bear, etc. traveling to Hollywood to star in pictures, encountering several celebrities working mundane jobs along the way, it’s all the true story with a few jokes dropped in, as well as a lot of talk of puppet unions and contract points left out. And the most important point: The American public must never find out puppets are human beings reincarnated in felt dolls.

The details escape me, I have misplaced the cocktail napkin I wrote them on, but suffice to say puppets are a major hidden force in Hollywood. Not only do they star in movies and television shows, they also hold powerful positions on the MPAA board and work as agents. When I visited two years ago I’m reasonably sure a puppet even parked my car when I visited Spago.

I’m not denouncing puppets, mind you; if anything, I’m encouraging them. Even if they are the dead brought back to life in the hideous form of a cloth toy creation, they deserve the same rights as anyone else. I’m not sure how they reproduce without visible sex organs, but maybe if there are puppets out there who are fans of the commune, they could e-mail me and let me know because I’m extremely curious. Just informative curious, not wanting to explore or anything.

This issue means a lot to me, if you haven’t guessed by now. In fact, after looking through some old photo albums it may be possible I myself, Red Bagel, have some puppet blood running through me. It’s a troublesome prospect, especially picturing some Bagel ancestor of mine engaging in sexual intercourse with a puppet. I’m not judging, I’ve had sex with dolls before myself, but they’ve never been animated in any sense and didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as I did.

I ask Americans everywhere to open up their hearts and ventriloquil figure boxes and welcome puppets into our culture. They shouldn’t have to hide anymore. The thought is sad, and it prevents me from getting to sleep at night thinking they could be under my bed. I Have Been Sold A Cat Dressed As A Dog
The dog I picked out, “Putnam P. Puppy,” was adorable at first sight. I purchased Mr. Puppy and took him home, looking forward to all the fetching and ball biting we would do together, or allow him to do while I watched.

We've Opened the Home Audio Floodgates
I have never enjoyed recorded music, hence the live band I keep on staff at the commune offices to play my favorite tunes whenever I beckon.

The Police Are Racial Profiling Rich White People
She demanded I get out of the car and take these ridiculous sobriety tests. Naturally, I agreed and performed stupendously, I made the Dean’s List of sobriety.

Who is Preventing the Men At Work Reunion?
Who would you throw up against them? Pat Benatar? The Go-Go’s? Pitiful imitations Men Without Hats? All were common slaves in the arena against Men At Work—the gladiators.