THE PASSION OF THE VINCE
Vince Russo should put as much time, effort, creativity and intelligence into scripting TNA as he does into bamboozling marks.
Russo has responded to issues like having just 16 minutes of actual wrestling in a two-hour Impact by saying his primary focus is trying to be a better person, and there are bigger things to worry about than wrestling.
Not for him, there aren’t. Wrestling is his profession. He’s not a priest, pastor, rabbi or money-stealing TV evangelist, though he’s certainly cut out for the latter job.
I get suspicious when somebody plays the Jesus card. My reflex is to make sure I still have my wallet.
I’m not concerned about the moral turpitude of a wrestling booker. Entertain me. If John Wayne Gacy took time out from mass murder to book, at long last, an episode of Impact that was action-packed, linear, coherent and entertaining, I would personally petition the state of Illinois for a more lenient work-release policy if Gacy weren’t already dead.
F morality. F your personal philosophy. F you. You’re not Aristotle. Entertain me.
What a fraud Russo is. He’s been a non-stop failure for over a decade, ever since the WWE Attitude era, and who knows who much Russo really had to do with that?
Yet he has his disciples. Hey, just like Jesus!
If my radio show’s ratings plummeted and I blogged, "Who cares, this doesn’t matter, I’m trying to be a better person," my listeners would laugh at me, my peers would think I’d gone soft/crazy, and if the downward trend continued too long, my bosses would fire me without bothering to first consult Jesus, if you can believe.
