Bless Your Heart, thought

Bless Your Heart, by Thomas Pluck

A little break from the Beat to a Pulp stories. I ran across this today and felt like sharing my thoughts on it for a couple of reasons.

First, to me, “bless your heart” has always simply been a nice way to say “you dumb piece of shit.” Perhaps that’s true for Mr. Pluck as well. Myra and Patty are simple great. This is what happens when someone watches Arsenic and Old Lace and thinks it was all find and good, but where was the fucking blood.

Second, reading this also brings up this question. If Thomas Pluck wrote a story about a chicken about to be processed, what would it do? It’d grab a fucking knife and pluck you, too, asshole.

This terrific little story can be found here