by Brent Kellogg Brent's morning
coffee courtesy of Speeder &
Earls, Burlington, VT.
July 2, 2008
There's an old movie starring John Travolta and
Christian Slater in which Travolta's character
attempts to steal two nuclear weapons. If you're
like me, you want the bad guy to win only because
the good guy, and the good girl, a friggin' park
ranger, are too flag-waving stupid and you strongly
dislike stupid people. Alas, the bad guy can't win
because it would somehow demystify why Central
Command explains over the phone what the code
"Broken Arrow" means after it is informed there is
indeed a broken arrow.
So it goes with Nikki Newman Chow. She's stupid.
She's married another man she knew little about, and now
that she knows what a lying, gambling, bastard he is
she can't stop bawling. Oh, people told her. They
warned her, but those who don't learn from their
mistakes are destined to repeat them. Yet Nikki will
survive. She will emerge the hero. The bad guy,
David Chow will go down in flames. The forces of
goodness are already on his trail. This is how it
must be.
Good always trumps Evil. It's the American way no
matter how evil the bitch Nikki is.
Consider this week - while on a mission of peace -
the newest Mrs. Victor Newman went to see Nikki.
Sabrina wanted Nikki's blessing. She'd been asked by
Nikki's best friend, an old woman Nikki has said is
like a mother to her, to head the once every ten
years annual Charity Ball. Nikki knew about this
beforehand. She approved Katherine Chancellor's plan
to put two warring factions together presumably
because her life is too complicated right now. Yes,
Nikki's daughter, Victoria Hellstrom, would agree to
run the ball this year even though she was against
it before she was for it.
With a baby to raise, and a new husband to care for,
Victoria said at first her life was too chaotic to
manage a ball, but then quickly changed her mind
even when she was told that arch nemesis Sabrina
would co-chair the event. Victoria said the ball was
a Newman "tradition" and that since becoming a
mother she felt a responsibility to carry the
tradition on.
Funny thing. While searching the GCN archives for
information on the last charity ball, imagine my
shock that there weren't any? Not a word written
about a charity ball in the past eight years. So
much for annual. So much for tradition, there was
the Harvest Ball, and a "Black & White" Ball Jill
Abbott spoke of once but never attended, nor did
anyone else, the infamous Masquerade Ball, but zippo on a charity ball.
Getting back to the point, for a woman so troubled,
with blood still dripping from her back, why did
Nikki have to be such a bitch when Sabrina came
calling? Couldn't she have dispensed with the
hateful remark, "Look what the wind blew in?"
Couldn't Sabrina have then retorted, "Look what the
cat dragged in?"
When the bitch told Sabrina the marriage to Victor
Newman won't last, couldn't Sabrina have shot back,
"If anyone would know about failed marriages, it's
you"? Sabrina is not without fault. There really
wasn't any reason for her to discuss the ball with
Nikki. She should have kept her yap shut about being
part of the "family" and skipped the part where
she'll "throw" herself into the project because "I'm
a Newman now. That's what Newman's do." Doesn't
Sabrina have an art gallery to run? Aren't there
million dollar art pieces to be bid on? Deliveries
to sign for?
Never mind what Katherine was thinking when she
suggested putting two sworn enemies together, what
will it take to make Sabrina stop kissing Victoria's
ass? Look, bitch. I've given you a million
opportunities to get over yourself. Since you can't,
go find another friend to screw. See who'll teach
you about the arts like I have. By the way, how'd
that turn out? Weren't you supposed to become an
artist? Not counting the corners, when's the last
time you painted anything?
What a friggin' joke it was when Nick and Victoria
checked in on poor Ma today. At a time like this
Nikki needs to be with family. Yeah, Ma. Come on
over; sleep in the guest room; listen to your
son/daughter rocking the bedroom walls next door.
Hey, we be family. This is what families do. No
thanks, Nikki would rather wait for David to come
back, and when he does, when he's lied again, when
she still won't kick his ass out, it's David who has
to say, "Let me go!" yet he's the one who keeps
coming back.
