My name is J.W. Johnson. I am a chicken rancher in Eastabuchie, Mississippi, not far from Hattiesburg. I am writing to apologize for the behavior of my older brother, W.J. Johnson. W.J. was recently discharged from the Mississippi State Hospital in Whitfield, after undergoing several years of intensive psycho-therapy. Tragically, he suffers from a multiple personality disorder and is often delusional, imagining himself to be a successful businessman, and more recently, a college professor at USM. When W.J. takes his medication he functions relatively well. However, we have just discovered that he has taken to hiding his pills under his tongue, and when we're not looking, tossing them into the chicken feed. As you can imagine, this brings on all manner of strange behavior. W.J. learned to use a computer as part of the occupational therapy program at Whitfield, and we have provided him with a home computer and internet service since his return home. We believed that this would provide him with harmless entertainment, never realizing that he would be resourceful enough to invade a university professors' message board. I am not certain how W.J. developed this most recent fantasy about being a college official, but I suspect it somehow stems from an obsession with a former roommate at Whitfield, who I understand is now president of the University of Southern Mississippi. I do know that while awaiting their electro-shock therapy treatments, W.J. and Mr. Shelby Thames had many conversations about their dreams and aspirations. It would be consistent with W.J.'s condition that he might take on certain aspects of Shelby's personality and imagine himself to be working in concert with him. I hope you will forgive W.J. for anything he may have said that was offensive or inappropriate. He is harmless, as is his imagined secretary, Miss Wurstheimer. In the future, I will do everything possible to insure that W.J. does not trouble you again. Thank you for your understanding.
quote: Originally posted by: J. W. Johnson "When W.J. takes his medication he functions relatively well. However, we have just discovered that he has taken to hiding his pills under his tongue, and when we're not looking, tossing them into the chicken feed. As you can imagine, this brings on all manner of strange behavior. "
Mr. Johnson,
Do you sell your chickens to Hattiesburg grocery stores? I've been feeling unusually mellow lately. It seems as though I should be agitated about the turmoil at USM but instead I feel very relaxed and carefree. In fact, you might even say that I'm having fun.
I eat a lot of chicken, and now you have me wondering if I've been taking W.J.'s antipsychotic meds. If his pills were mixed with your chicken feed, wouldn't it be logical to assume that everyone eating your chickens is being medicated. I did start feeling very laid back about the same time W.J. appeared on the message board. The timing seems more than coincidental. I'm not complaining mind you. In fact, I feel an urge to chow down on some drumsticks right now. Let me know what you think of my theory, and say hello to W.J for me.
I'm pleased to announce that Kentucky Fried Chicken will begin offering a new treat, W.J. Johnson's Special Recipe Drumsticks, available Thursday, March 10th, at all our Hattiesburg locations. These tasty chicken legs are deep fried in our traditional Colonel Sanders batter, and feature a secret ingredient that's guaranteed to make you feel verrrrry relaxed. We'll be handing out free samples to all local bidnessmen attending tonight's big USM pep rally. I love 'em. Dr. Thames loves 'em. You'll love 'em. Take a bucket home to your family tonight!
I was born on a chicken farm Near Mashville, Tennessee. Nobody there but a sky full of air, Ten thousand chickens, and me. I got up one morning, Took a hit of LSD, It blew my mind & I got real kind, And I set them chickens free.
Now you got... Chickens in the yard, Chickens in the barn, Chickens in the cauliflower, Chickens in the corn, Chickens driving Cadillacs In Washington, DC, All 'cause I set them chickens free.
quote: Originally posted by: The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers "I was born on a chicken farm Near Mashville, Tennessee. Nobody there but a sky full of air, Ten thousand chickens, and me. I got up one morning, Took a hit of LSD, It blew my mind & I got real kind, And I set them chickens free. Now you got... Chickens in the yard, Chickens in the barn, Chickens in the cauliflower, Chickens in the corn, Chickens driving Cadillacs In Washington, DC, All 'cause I set them chickens free. "
We believe it is probably better attributed to Gilbert Shelton & the Hub City Movers, a short-lived & little-lamented '70s Austin band, although a variant of the song is alleged to have existed since around 1908. It was also featured in one of Shelton's underground comix in the early '70s -- either the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers or maybe Wonder Warthog. Truthfully, we have a pretty extreme memory problem involving that era...