Re:War on Atlanta!

From: chance <chance_at_unix.infoserve.net>
Date: Mon, 24 Jun 1996 07:10:28 -0700


>chance: Oh no! This isn't the *real* Ted! It's only a robot like the rest
>of Tedco! We have to find the real Ted!

Yes, who *is* the "real Ted"? Aunt Jane knows him as erstwhile hubby;
cartoon fans everywhere owe him thanks for reviving favourites from
their collective youth, and Wrestling fans everywhere thank him for
providing cable-heroes for those of us having trouble with drool-management.

However, Tara is a long way from the hue and cry of the Katfans, and the
true exploits of his TPS underlings picking cartoon cotton in the fields rarely
makes it past the whitewashed collonade and its accompanying "Captain
Planet" white-noise barrier. In short, he hears what he wants to hear, but
then again, I suppose we do too.

If you want a pretty fine picture of Ted's level of consciousness concerning
his cartoon properties, have a listen to the dude during public speaking
engagements. He gets points for being "direct" and avoiding PR speak, but
he just illustrates for the benefit of the entire world just how much the Octopus
has lost touch with its various arms.

Meow.
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