Peachy Keenan's sitcom: The Whites
Conservatives doing comedy
Friends, I come to sing of Peachy, a lady as beautiful, accomplished, motherly, & patriotic as full of fire, raging against the Progressive evils of liberal America from her hideout in L.A., of all places! If you follow her on Twitter, you know she's the fearless Jeanne D'Arc of the 21st c., 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 & has since become famous. We who know her bask in her glow & 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 sit-com, a throwback to a more decent America, but mocking all the woke nonsense of our times—the prissy elitism, too—with harsh & 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 & hilarious: An all-American family in the suburbs of California, Scott & Jennifer White & their two kids, Gus, a high-school kid who’s based & into crypto, & Gwen, at college, in gender studies. Also, Scott’s mother, Susan, who’s a staunch Trump supporter. The Whites get caught in the woke wars when it turns out the dutiful & productive paterfamilias Scott, a chef who lost his job in the 2020 lockdowns, has a skeleton in his closet. Yes, it’s a cancelation story—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 Mush of dystopian fiction!
Scott: I am?
Susan: (reading from the book) "Her ebony bosom glistened in the heat rising from the cotton fields."