Bonus Crap: T pities the fool who tries to touch you there!
By Alan Scherstuhl in Studies in Crap
Tue., Jul. 28 2009 @ 6:00AM
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Tackle, Block, Stop
Author: Charlotte Graeber and Joe Boddy
Publisher: Thomas Nelson Publishers
Date: 1985
Discovered at: Actually, this was a Christmas gift a decade ago
The Cover Promises: Get him off balance, and even little white boys can take T down.
Representative Quote:
"Mr. T scowled down at me. 'It don't matter who he is,' he said. 'When it feels wrong, it ain't right! Don't let nobody mess with your body.'" (page 17)
While best know for his punchy/shouty roles as the trash-talking Clubber Lang or the air-travel averse B.A., Baracus, Mr. T had by 1985 begun to demonstrate a public-spiritedness at odds with his action-hero brethren. Unlike your Bronsons and Schwarzeneggers, Mr. T let Nancy Reagan wriggle bonily in his lap. He rapped with the kids about treating your mother right and how to practice the pants-be-damned art of "recouping."
Here is the first suggestion of the sexual confusion that suffuses the book: Two of the tacklers have washed with their grandmothers' bluest hair rinse.
Soon,
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Tackle, Block, Stop
Author: Charlotte Graeber and Joe Boddy
Publisher: Thomas Nelson Publishers
Date: 1985
Discovered at: Actually, this was a Christmas gift a decade ago
The Cover Promises: Get him off balance, and even little white boys can take T down.
Representative Quote:
"Mr. T scowled down at me. 'It don't matter who he is,' he said. 'When it feels wrong, it ain't right! Don't let nobody mess with your body.'" (page 17)
While best know for his punchy/shouty roles as the trash-talking Clubber Lang or the air-travel averse B.A., Baracus, Mr. T had by 1985 begun to demonstrate a public-spiritedness at odds with his action-hero brethren. Unlike your Bronsons and Schwarzeneggers, Mr. T let Nancy Reagan wriggle bonily in his lap. He rapped with the kids about treating your mother right and how to practice the pants-be-damned art of "recouping."
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Here is the first suggestion of the sexual confusion that suffuses the book: Two of the tacklers have washed with their grandmothers' bluest hair rinse.
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Soon,
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And this:
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Honestly, can you imagine any conversation more awkward than when a child asks his or her parents, "Why did you buy me Tackle, Block, Stop?" Anyway, our hero freaks, dashes off, and then, bam! Guess who he runs into?
Mr. T, hanging around Bad Touch Park in a terry-cloth track suit!
Pop Quiz!
Now, there's only so many directions this story can go. Once our narrator has explained his situation to the dude from D.C. Cab, what do you think happens next?
Highlight:
Improbably, that last one is the right answer. Your Crap Archivist admires Graeber and Boddy's refusal to indulge in easy solution. But I remain unconvinced in their selection of Mr. T as the most effective anti-molestation representative.
For example, on the last page, T's competitive spirit gets the best of him . . .
... which results in the boy suffering yet another humiliation.
And, seriously, how can our hero ever recoup from this?
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Mr. T, hanging around Bad Touch Park in a terry-cloth track suit!
Pop Quiz!
Now, there's only so many directions this story can go. Once our narrator has explained his situation to the dude from D.C. Cab, what do you think happens next?
- Mr. T beats the hell out of Tank.
- Mr. T and his outlaw friends solder together a tank of their own and take back the park.
- Mr. T "recoups" by stripping down still further for some squats.
- In a lengthy, impassioned conference, Mr. T and the boy then both accept that violence is no solution, and that Tank's appetites can best be handled by the proper authorities, and that the next step is to report the incident to the boy's parents and the police.
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Highlight:
Improbably, that last one is the right answer. Your Crap Archivist admires Graeber and Boddy's refusal to indulge in easy solution. But I remain unconvinced in their selection of Mr. T as the most effective anti-molestation representative.
For example, on the last page, T's competitive spirit gets the best of him . . .
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... which results in the boy suffering yet another humiliation.
And, seriously, how can our hero ever recoup from this?
Thanks to YouTube T-enthusiasts Risforrob, electracer and DanCentury3000!
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