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Friends, I come to sing of Peachy, a lady as beautiful, accomplished, motherly, and patriotic as full of fire, raging against the Progressive evils of liberal America from her hideout in LA, of all places! If you follow her on Twitter, you know she’s the fearless Jeanne D’Arc of the 21st century on a mission from God to torch the cruel cowards that make up the media-academy-therapy unholy complex draining our children’s will to live. In case you’re not yet aware of her shining star, let me tell you this much, she began rousing the troops during the dark days of Covid madness and has since become famous. We who know her bask in her glow and can hardly wait to see her crowned president…
But that’s not why I’m writing—I’m writing to recommend to your attention her new script! It’s a comedy, a sitcom, a throwback to a more decent America, but mocking all the woke nonsense of our times—the prissy elitism, too—with harsh and occasionally eye-popping frankness! (Here’s the Amazon link!) It’s intended for readers at this point, but Peachy is looking for investors to eventually make this happen!
The story’s simple and hilarious: An all-American family in the suburbs of California, Scott and Jennifer White and their two kids, Gus, a high-school kid who’s based and into crypto, and Gwen, at college, in gender studies. Also, Scott’s mother, Susan, a staunch Trump supporter. The Whites get caught in the woke wars when it turns out the mild-mannered paterfamilias, Scott, a chef who lost his job in the 2020 lockdowns, has a skeleton in his closet. Yes, it’s about cancellation—here’s the origin story:
Jennifer: When did you even have time to write a novel?
Scott: A couple economic meltdowns ago. I was between restaurants. The publisher only sold a few hundred copies. I sort of forgot all about it…
Jennifer: What publisher?
Scott: Lebensraum Press. I don’t speak German, how was I supposed to know they were neo-Nazis!
Gus: (looking up from laptop) Mom, Dad’s novel is a layered metaphor for the inherent commodification of the post-modern American man’s condition.
Scott: It is?
Gus: Dad’s the Elon Musk of dystopian fiction!
Scott: I am?
Susan: (reading from the book) “Her ebony bosom glistened in the heat rising from the cotton fields.”
I laughed reading my way through the story this morning and I’m looking forward to the next episode. You’ll have a pleasant weekend with Peachy’s prose–buy it, enjoy this pilot, and become part of eventually getting this made!Published in