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20/20 Gonzo 53: Echo Style

 

Think of those last days of the poor Branch Davidians, when the cult members bought every last word, to every last drop.  Sad, really fucking sad.  Signed up for peace and love and harmonies, a real wholesome group, supportive and everlasting.  Ignore the creepiness, justify the sickos, embrace the weirdness.  Isolated, manipulated, idiodic.


Everybody nod.  Yes, yes.  I sing this, you sing that, echo style.  Form a line, fist up, why did the chicken cross the road, to get to the other side.  All together now, one, two, three!


Anyway, Novak Djokovic is the greatest male tennis player of all time.  It's true.  We all have our favorites for various reasons from McEnroe to Federer to Yannick to Ashe to Sampras to Boris to Edberg to Pancho to Cash to Nadal to Connors to Vilas to Vitas to Agassi to Wawrinka to Laver to Tennys to Stevie The Grit to Monfils to Nick to Roscoe Tanner.  And others, even Lendl had some fans.  But nobody, I mean nobody, is better at tennis than The Joker.


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