by Brent Kellogg Brent's morning
coffee courtesy of Speeder &
Earls, Burlington, VT.
June 4, 2008
Do these people have no shame? People going hungry
in the world, homeless people sleeping on Genoa City
park benches, and Sharon Abbott hires an over-priced
interior decorator who once changed the curtains in
Elton John's home? Preoccupied with his new/old
houseguest, Jack Abbott gave little thought that his
wife was undoubtedly paying thousands to a guy named
only 'Martyn'? He didn't ask the bitch if she
couldn't have hired someone locally at half the
cost?
More importantly, for someone who established the
John Abbott Foundation to give career opportunities
to the less fortunate, Jack didn't ask Sharon if
she'd called the foundation first before hiring the
most expensive designer she could find? Better
still, why couldn't Sharon get off her lazy ass and
change the curtains herself? What's so freaking hard
about going to the paint store, picking out a color
for the living room, and painting the walls herself?
Don't tell me Sharon is hearing things too. She
wants the room to say, "This is where Jack and
Sharon and Noah live." Could someone tell me how a
room can talk? What, exactly, would than entail?
Etchings of Cameron Kirsten on the wall? A photo
collage of her and Brad Carlton in bed? A bust of
Diane Jenkins and Phyllis Newman or any number of
Jack's former women on the mantel? A glass cabinet
filled with sports memorabilia for Noah with big
sticker on the left door reading "Screw you Kyle!
He's my dad now!"
While Jack didn't complain about the expense, while
Sharon can do no wrong because she so changed his
life, did Sharon consult with Jack first about what
had to be a major decision? She was bitching and
moaning yesterday that he didn't consult with her
first before allowing Gloria Bardwell to move back
in, but did she talk to him before bringing Mr.
Swishy into their home?
And what of this business that Jack's decision to
bring Gloria back had to be made on the spot? Would
it have been too much for him to tell Gloria that
he'd have to check with his wife first? Lame too was
Jack's explanation that he'll tell Noah about having
compassion for others as a means to pacify the boy's
concern that the wicked witch is back.
Noah, my son, you must understand how we adults in
Genoa City operate. We go on hate crusades. We spew
the vilest bile you can imagine at those we dislike
for months and in the blink of an eye we lick it all
off. We invite former and current enemies to our
weddings and dinner parties and in some cases ask
them to live with us because it pleases our god. Not
the one in Heaven, the one we pretend to pray to
during times of crisis, or whenever a miracle is
needed. You can understand this, can't you Noah?
It's like when your mother sent you to therapy. By
the way, how'd that work out? You see? For months
you were a troubled kid your mom had to shield from
all the evil, and one day - poof - you were back to
your normal kid self. I know, having Gloria in the
pool house will crimp your swimming style, but
you'll see she's not really so wicked. That is, if
you're still around.
With the announcement today that Noah is going to
Summer Camp, it was a toss up as to who will leave
the Abbott mansion first. Noah to camp, or Gloria to
jail.
Jail?
Yes. You see? If you're Jill Abbott and Jeff
Bardwell you go to have coffee at the establishment
owned and operated by the son of the woman you just
fired and robbed of her money. You sneer at Gloria
for having been reduced to a minimum wage employee
as you plop your ass down and ordering refills snipe
that this time make sure the coffee is hot.
The irony is that Gloria put Tabasco sauce in their
coffee and while Jill spat hers out, Jeff got a dose
of sufficient level as to cause him to gasp and
choke and for Jill to ask, "Is there a doctor in the
house?"
A doctor - at the Jitter Joint?
A witchdoctor, maybe. But Jana wasn't around. There
hasn't been a doctor at the JJ since the butchering
Dr. Olivia Winters stopped by something like two
years ago. There are no more Dr. Scott Grainger's
and Dr. Wesley Carter's rubbing elbows with the
common folk.
