Johnny’s Angels

Johnny’s Angels

I was watching the Grammys last week, when out on stage, come these women dressed in white. I would learn later these are ‘The White Roses’. They sing an anthem to abused women titled ‘Praying’. I am blown away, because for the last two days I had been working on a television script about nine abused women who band together to hunt down abusive men, and mess up their lives – but good! Revenge is sweet!

There were, and are, once again – NINE MUSES! I was debating on the title of my HBO series. ‘The Muse Squad’ is a good one. ‘The Tenth Muse’ is a winner, but, it might be too vague. She is covered in tattoos, and is the Muse of Tattoo Artists. I counted thirteen women on stage. I settled on ‘Johnny’s Angels’ after seeing the Sport’s Illustrated article with meaningful words and messages painted on nude models. Paint brushes were used. Aha! Now they are in my world. I own Artistic License! I am – SAFE!

JOHNNY’S ANGELS

Musical Theme

Our old hero is seen walking in a new place in New York City every week, heading for his loft and studio. Most models say they love New York. How many will say;

“I’ve been there!”

Every show begins with Johnny Braskewitz rendering another nude in his Village loft in New York. We see the naked back of a different muse each week. There is an escoteric discussion about obejectifying women and the ‘Me Too Movement’. At seventy-three, Johnny doesn’t get it. His muses are filling him in.

It is just fine that Johnny objectifies women, because he is the infamous ‘Picasso of Nudes’. His paintings of beautiful naked women are found in the finest museums all over the world. He is a harmless old coot, who can’t get it up! He blames his impotency on the Black Widow that he swears is Shelly Fabarres, the daughter of  Nanett Fabray, who Sid Caesar made famous. Johnny would show a video of the Wicked She-Thing to his muses, and they didn’t buy it. She was so sweet and innocent.

“She has the voice of an angel!

This was otherworldly, stuff. They did note that Sid and Robin Williams had much in common.

“People knew how to act, back then. They were real pros who could remember their lines.”

Johnny and Shelley were high School sweethearts who thought about getting married, but, they went their sepeate ways. Shelley went to a finishing school in Rougemont Switzerland. Johnny Braskewitz founded America’s formost detective agency  ‘Fountain Rose’. He wanted to specialize in women’s problems. He loved women and wanted to be around them. He had no idea that Shelley still had a crush on him.

One day, an old dowager came into his office. She was known as ‘The Swan of New York’. She was the last of the Knickerbockers. Her grandson and Heir had been murdered. His wife had disappeared. She was spotted in France.

“I want that piece of Euro-trash brought to justice!”

For two months Johnny was hot on her trail. In Amsterdam, the Black Widow had her goons kidnap Johnny. She chained him in a dank dungeon where Johnny was torchered for three days. She made sure he regretted stalking her. She demanded he get down on his knees and beg for mercy. When Johnny refused, she raised her Lugar pistol, and shot Johnny in the head.

He survived. It took him three months to recover. When he emerged from his penthouse apartment on 5th. Avenue, he was carrying his novel wrapped in brown paper and twine. He was off to see his friend who owned a publishing house. When he threw the greatest novel ever written on the desk, his publisher – freaked!

“Whoa! I can tell you this right now. You got to cut the fat. I want one tenth of this. My reader will die before they are finished! What’s it about? By the way, if you don’t quit smoking, you’re a Dead Man! Mark my word.”

‘MY DEATH’………….only grew in size. It had now become a trilogy ‘My Never-ending Near-death Experience’. Sometimes when one of his angels was not laying all their woes on him, he got to lay his out-of-body experience on them. All but one, yawned.

“I’m sorry. Did I make you cry – again?”

“She still loves you. She didn’t mean to shoot you. The gun went off by accident!”

“What! What are you, a psychic? Just like a woman to take the side of another woman!”

To work for Johnny, the Detective Muses had to see his murals. They were epic. Blake had nothing on Johnny. The walls and ceiling of an old opera house were dripping with nudes and devils.

“Jeez. How many nudes are there? Why do they have those tiny wings?”

“I saw a million naked women ascending from the bowels of hell, and rising up to Muse Mountain!”

“Wow! Are you O.K.?”

“She hasn’t aged a day.”

“Who?”

“The Black Widow!”

“Yeah! right!”

Johnny and his angels stalked very bad and abusive men, and brought them down. Everyone made money. They saw that they made a difference, and were rescuing the finer aspects of our culture. I want to be one of Muses Uma Thurman. Christopher Plummer should play Johnny Braskewitz.

I will give fifty percent of my take to battered women shelters, and a halfway house for homeless women who fled their homes due to incest.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2018

“So many positive things going on for the U.S.A. and the Fake News Media just doesn’t want to go there. Same negative stories over and over again! No wonder the People no longer trust the media, whose approval ratings are correctly at their lowest levels in history!” the president said in a tweet.

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/politics/trump-rips-‘fake-news-media’-‘same-negative-stories-over-and-over-again’/ar-BBIZD5b?li=BBmkt5R&ocid=spartandhp

Kevin Spacey originally portrayed J. Paul Getty, appearing in the film’s initial marketing campaign.[5] However, after multiple sexual misconduct allegations were leveled against Spacey, the role was recast with Plummer, who was Scott’s original choice for the role. Scenes were reshot a month prior to the film’s release.[6][7]

White House adviser Kellyanne Conway says she has “no reason not to believe” the women who accused White House aide Rob Porter of domestic abuse.

“In this case, you have contemporaneous police reports, you have women speaking to the FBI under threat of perjury … you have photographs, and when you look at all of that pulled together, Rob Porter did the right thing by resigning,” Conway said on CNN’s “State of the Union.”

“Willoughby went on to write in Time that the issue is deeper than Trump. Society as a whole, she said, has a “fear of addressing our worst secrets.”  “If the most powerful people in the nation do not believe my story of abuse in the face of overwhelming evidence, then what hope do others have of being heard?” she wrote in her op-ed. She wrote that while she may have compassion for her ex-husband and recognize his need for help, she doesn’t tolerate abuse.

“While I may understand President Trump and Gen. Kelly’s incredulity at such a counter-image of their golden boy, I do not condone their choice to support him,” she wrote.

“In light of the President’s and the White House’s continued dismissal of me and Colbie, I want to assure you my truth has not been diminished,” she continued. “I own my story and now that I have been compelled to share it, I’m not willing to cover it up for anyone.”

Trump on Friday praised Porter following his resignation, saying he hopes Porter has a great career ahead of him and that he is going through a tough time.”

http://thehill.com/homenews/administration/373348-ex-wife-of-rob-porter-fires-back-at-white-house-amid-abuse-scandal

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-5323069/Stars-wearing-white-roses-Grammy-Awards.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shelley_Fabares

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