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I would not grant three wishes to any one celebrity. Instead, I would appoint a council of famous old men: Ed Koch, Marion Barry, G. Gordon Liddy, John Witherspoon, Tom Waites, Reggie Jackson, Jesse Jackson, Bill Murray, and Mikhail Gorbachev. They would be required to settle the disposition of each wish by a plurality.
While they deliberated, I would house them in the skybox of a Swedish sports arena overlooking tryouts and practice for various Olympic sporting events. I would fly in a crack team of hospitality professionals from Bellaggio or the Sands to look after them. If the old farts got too obstreperous, I would use FBI hostage negotiator tactics like turning off the heat, or blasting Skorpion or Ace of Bass really loud. Shake em up a little.
I would sell this to Bravo or A&E as the Reality Show to end all Reality Shows, and I would call it The Synod or, if that's too brainy, The Council of Nine. |
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