Ok, I stand corrected. And I humble myself before you with photo evidence of being set strait on issues Bass and Fleece.
First of all let me defend more precisely Mark McNairy’s Sisyphean role in getting that captivating gaggle of Bass Weejuns to market. I’m sure if he had his way, most of those prototypes would be available for the niche Weejun “weirdees” like me to procure. (Weirdees? Yes. See the Mickey Rooney line in Night at the Museum. Lunchbox.) I mean really, when the current owner of Brand G.H. decides that this polymer coated Corfam-esque leather thang above is their best rendition of a legacy shoe, can you imagine how the go/no-go meeting on options McSwaggart rolls? So I’ve taken 100% of the delay-fault off of his shoulders but his name remains…McSwaggart.
Now on to the PeeWee-esque … Grimley inspired mess over at The Brethren.
Was I too tough on Fleece Black? Did I create an environment for piling on? Was I too pedestrian and unimaginative? I’ll say yes for one reason and one reason only.
When it comes to our men and women in uniform…Military, Fire and Rescue, Police and all others in service to us, I cast aside my sarcastic barbs and reign in my acerbic taunts. It appears that Thom Browne and the Fleece Police have been commissioned to swath and shod some of the finest law enforcement providers in the country. An undertaking so sublime, so unselfish and indeed, so focused on the wellbeing of society can only be observed with gravity and humility.
So here’s to you Fleece Brethren, for making certain that our protectors are not only looking good but feeling good too.
Onward…humbly and contemplating the Spring 2011 Black Fleece Hot Pants.