"TRIUMPH OF THE WILL-THE SEQUEL" , or "Leni Reifenstahl, meet Tonya Harding..."

"TRIUMPH OF THE WILL-THE SEQUEL" , or "Leni Reifenstahl, meet Tonya Harding..."

Post by Christopher Jefferso » Wed, 17 Jul 1996 04:00:00


Well, I suppose it's about time for me to weigh in with my two cents, for
what their worth.

 
 
 

"TRIUMPH OF THE WILL-THE SEQUEL" , or "Leni Reifenstahl, meet Tonya Harding..."

Post by Christopher Jefferso » Wed, 17 Jul 1996 04:00:00

Well, it's been a good twenty four hours so I suppose it was about time
for me, certified Tonyaphile (or is that, "certifiable"?) to check in to
the newsgroup to give everyone my $.02.

Now I know that everyone on this newsgroup is pretty set in their ways.
You either love the little squirt or you hate her guts and just can't wait
till she has to go play that foursome poker game with Uncle Joe, Adolf,
and Mao Zedong down where it's terribly hot. Me? Well, as most of you know
I like Tonya, and have since '94, if only because so many of my fellow
countrymen were running the other way. That's just me, I suppose.

I get awfully suspicious when the mob goes one way, when everybody votes
yes, when the media shouts "j'accuse!". Now perhaps I'm wrong about
Tonya Harding. Perhaps she is the guilty, conniving little *** that
everyone says she is. Now I don't want to believe this; but it could be
true. I just don't want to be accused of having fallen asleep night after
night believing in my own bullshit without standing apart from myself and
saying, "...you know, Chris, you're being a real ass, here, and in front
of all these people, too!" So I'll try to be as objective as I can be
within the limits of my sentiments.

The first thing you all must remember is that Tonya's objective coming
into the "Geraldo" show was to reach out to the average American Couch
Potato Woman who's kids are in after school care and who needs an escape.
Skate fans don't watch Geraldo's gig: they tend to be obsessed with
getting their hands on tapes of obscure doubles acts from, say, 1974
Worlds (ok, Lou, tell us who they were). We're not the general public. As
far as the Masses are concerned, there are only two figure skaters in the
world that they know of: Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan. You all know
better. You guys live this sport, up one side and down the other. That's
why you can't abide (or ar happily content with) Tonya Harding. You're too
close. Tonya knows that, as does her agent, David Hans Schmidt, Used Car
Dealer From Hell (more about this cheap little hustler later...).

She ended up handling the criticism from the audience (which was far less
pronounced than I had anticipated) with an unusual talent: diplomacy.
Instead of "I don't care what you think!" (standard Tonya response), we
were presented with "...if they don't want to accept me, we'll, that's
o.k.". Far less confrontational, and it took away some of the rough edges.

Then there was Nancy Kerrigan. "I can beat her with my skating" (Tonya in
Denial) led to a question from Rivera. "Would you like to compete against
her again?"
"Yes, BUT IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN." (Tonya the Realist)

The gun story seemed plausible, and was delivered with enough conviction
to warrant at least a second look before being dismissed out of hand.
Until Gilooly comes out and says, "Yeah, ok, but by God, at least it was a
Service .45 and not a .22!", this story needs to be filed in your "Area
51" folder, right next to "Alien Greys from the Pleides" and "Bigfoot!
Real Pictures! Download Now!"

The atmospherics were great, as far as Tonya was concerned. There she was,
classic Tonya: boots, blue jeans, crew neck sweater, black coat, frizzy
blonde hair (God, why does she wear her hair that way!) All she needed was
that famous Louis Vitton handbag and a carton of Reservation cigarettes to
complete the picture. You can take Tonya out of the Trailer Park, but you
can't take the Trailer Park out of Tonya (which has, of course, been said
by others.

She had her "extended family" there (she is constantly in a quest for new
relatives). There was a buddy girl who spoke glowingly of her and, of
course, the Prince of Darkness, Schmidt the Agent. I trust Gilooly more
than I do this guy. What a talker! He could sell ice to eskimos (or to
skaters, for that matter). "I've got forty offers a day!" What bullshit!
What crap! And there was Harding, sitting up there letting him deliver the
fastballs.

Then there was Geraldo Rivera. Never have I seen this guy reduced to such
a quivering excuse for an investigative reporter. Tonya Harding took this
guy to the cleaners and made him like it. At the end of the day, Tonya was
all sweet reason and subdued *** energy. She had Rivera eating out of
her hand, and he never knew it. At the end of the program, Schmidt tossed
the "TONYA II" baseball cap up to Geraldo. Rivera put it on and said
"Well, David, you can sign me up!" He held her hand, gave her hugs, she
did likewise, and I'm sure they'll both be an"item" soon in Mike Walker's
Gossip Page.

There was one central theme that leapt out to me from the tv itself. That
was Tonya Harding's iron faith in her self. She has this conviction in her
own "will to power", as it were. "I believe in myself"..."I have forgiven
myself"...."I am a strong woman"...."I believe in my skating"..."If the
U.S.F.S.A. doesn't let me back in, well, that's o.k., I'll just do my own
shows". Over and over again, like a mantra. Because if she stopped
believing in herself, there would be little left to live for. And then she
hit the audience with the penultimate show stopper: "I AM HERE, NOW,
GERALDO, BECAUSE GOD IS WITH ME!" This wasn't prompted. This was real. She
really believes this, folks.She turned to Geraldo, then to the audience,
and said again, with an iron conviction, "I BELIEVE THAT GOD IS WITH ME!"
And then the image hit yours truly. Long columns of "Landser Fritz"
infantry snaking their way into Russia in 1941. And around each one of
these "Panzergrenadiers" was a belt that said "GOTT MITT UNS"-"God is with
us". They believed their own bullshit. Why shouldn't Tonya! After all, God
is with her....

At the end, Tonya Harding had got what she needed. Fifty plus one percent
of the studio audience and a fawning, simpering talk show host. There she
stood, in triumph, having played her host and the studio audience like a
violin. In the audience I could hear members giving "war whoops". She
would live to fight another day, and for Tonya, to live and to survive is
victory.

And that is what I saw. Others will disagree, of course, and I accept your
dissents and flamage in good nature. Some will say "you didn't see what I
saw". Perhaps they're right. But the one thing I saw, the one thing which
leaves an impression, is that sense of "will". It is fanatical in its'
nature. "Triumph of the Will", anybody?

Pass the popcorn.

Be Seeing You,

Chris

 
 
 

"TRIUMPH OF THE WILL-THE SEQUEL" , or "Leni Reifenstahl, meet Tonya Harding..."

Post by Robert Dist » Thu, 18 Jul 1996 04:00:00


....snip....

Quote:
> At the end, Tonya Harding had got what she needed. Fifty plus one percent
> of the studio audience and a fawning, simpering talk show host. There she
> stood, in triumph, having played her host and the studio audience like a
> violin. In the audience I could hear members giving "war whoops". She
> would live to fight another day, and for Tonya, to live and to survive is
> victory.

> And that is what I saw. Others will disagree, of course, and I accept your
> dissents and flamage in good nature. Some will say "you didn't see what I
> saw". Perhaps they're right. But the one thing I saw, the one thing which
> leaves an impression, is that sense of "will". It is fanatical in its'
> nature. "Triumph of the Will", anybody?

I was pretty impressed with Tonya's ability to sling the bullshit and play
the semi-helpless victim, and the comparisons to other pro-athlete
convicted felons was a hoot, too. (The Yanks can field a whole drug-rehab
line-up of pitchers, but would they embrace someone who hired a hit-man to
break the arm of an opposing pitcher? Well, maybe.....)  As for Geraldo,
he should stick to OJ (Is the Juice so obviously more guilty than Tonya,
or is Geraldo such as slave to his Pee-Pee that proximity to a
frizzy-haired blonde sufficient to fog his brain in a testosterone-induced
cloud?)  Like "Triumph of the Will", "Tonya on Geraldo" was great am***
theatre, but you would hope that anyone with half a brain could admire the
"artistry" and ignore the falsity of the overall message. Obviously
Geraldo and his knuckle-dragging, intermarried studio audience could not.

 
 
 

"TRIUMPH OF THE WILL-THE SEQUEL" , or "Leni Reifenstahl, meet Tonya Harding..."

Post by Christopher Jefferso » Sat, 20 Jul 1996 04:00:00

Quote:



>....snip....

>> At the end, Tonya Harding had got what she needed. Fifty plus one percent
>> of the studio audience and a fawning, simpering talk show host. There she
>> stood, in triumph, having played her host and the studio audience like a
>> violin. In the audience I could hear members giving "war whoops". She
>> would live to fight another day, and for Tonya, to live and to survive is
>> victory.

>> And that is what I saw. Others will disagree, of course, and I accept your
>> dissents and flamage in good nature. Some will say "you didn't see what I
>> saw". Perhaps they're right. But the one thing I saw, the one thing which
>> leaves an impression, is that sense of "will". It is fanatical in its'
>> nature. "Triumph of the Will", anybody?

>I was pretty impressed with Tonya's ability to sling the bullshit and play
>the semi-helpless victim, and the comparisons to other pro-athlete
>convicted felons was a hoot, too. (The Yanks can field a whole drug-rehab
>line-up of pitchers, but would they embrace someone who hired a hit-man to
>break the arm of an opposing pitcher? Well, maybe.....)  As for Geraldo,
>he should stick to OJ (Is the Juice so obviously more guilty than Tonya,
>or is Geraldo such as slave to his Pee-Pee that proximity to a
>frizzy-haired blonde sufficient to fog his brain in a testosterone-induced
>cloud?)  Like "Triumph of the Will", "Tonya on Geraldo" was great am***
>theatre, but you would hope that anyone with half a brain could admire the
>"artistry" and ignore the falsity of the overall message. Obviously
>Geraldo and his knuckle-dragging, intermarried studio audience could not.

Remember this, though. The studio audience is far more representative of
the country at large than the members of this newsgroup are. Draw your own
conclusions about them if you will, but if my suspicions are correct,
Tonya Harding did herself a lot of good in the court of public opinion.

Be Seeing You,

Chris

 
 
 

"TRIUMPH OF THE WILL-THE SEQUEL" , or "Leni Reifenstahl, meet Tonya Harding..."

Post by Scarlett O'Ha » Sun, 21 Jul 1996 04:00:00

Quote:

>Well, I suppose it's about time for me to weigh in with my two cents, for
>what their worth.

Christopher or Almighty or whoever you may be, Please get in touch with me
Dianna

 
 
 

"TRIUMPH OF THE WILL-THE SEQUEL" , or "Leni Reifenstahl, meet Tonya Harding..."

Post by Christopher Jefferso » Wed, 24 Jul 1996 04:00:00

Quote:


>>Well, I suppose it's about time for me to weigh in with my two cents, for
>>what their worth.

>Christopher or Almighty or whoever you may be, Please get in touch with me
>Dianna


Dianna,

Please accept my apologies for not getting back to you sooner, but I
thought my post to you of yesterday had been mailed when in point of fact
it had not. At any rate, I am at your service.
Please e-mail me any inquiries at :

And yes, I really am just plain Chris when you get right down to it.

Be Seeing You,

Chris