If you are a fan of Fat Junkie Rush…No not the rap-star… the cigar chomping, oxycontin-munching radio “personality” himself… Hell, just who isn’t? You should try the king of the cyberspace P.T. Barnum hustlers…Selwyn Duke.
Mr. Duke, as he’s often referred to by his small following of strict constitutional interpreters and celebrate, religious, self-flagellators is probably the best of the con-men out there who would like to convince you that the sky is falling. Duke not only would like to convince you that the sky is falling, but God Damn…It’s your fault as well, because unlike him, you have to live in the 21st Century.
The danger that Duke poses to rest of us is, unlike F.J.R, he is able to interest and engage those who not on advanced life support. He’s as slippery as a good lawyer and throws a fairly convincing left-hook, or in his particular perspective…probably a right-cross, argument as well. The trouble is, just like Fat Junkie and all the other pitchmen selling the afterlife and the eighteenth century…He is full of shit!
Duke wants to go back to an America that never existed. To a place he’s never experienced, where he fantasizes that life was just like a 50’s TV show. There’s a sickness in that.
Brother $elwyn has it and…He wants to give it to you. I wonder why.