Because I am insanely jealous that Anthony Witrado has a job working for the Journal Sentinel and I don't, I am going to make fun of him on a regular basis FJM style. It really has nothing to do with his writing I am just a bitter wannabe. Well maybe it has a little bit to do with his writing.
Okay, it's completely due to his writing. Today's story: Fielder uses fear as his fuel
Phoenix — Looking at him, it's far from obvious.
That he's a pussy.
His imposing stature, the tattoos, the snarling looks, the regal name. All those things just act as his mask.
His mask to hide the fact that he is a wuss.
But the fear is immune to those elements and nestles comfortably inside Prince Fielder, ignoring any resistance from his outward machismo and bravado.
Much like a gay man still in the closet.
His psyche is a breeding ground for that fear. It is a constant within the man.
Like his heartbeat, only wussier.
The fear consumes every aspect of his life, and has so from childhood.
That movie Child's Play? Totally freaked him out. Continue reading →