Posted: Friday, December 7, 2012, 9:08 am
Nothing will help you channel your inner Elvis like this pop-up, pop culture extravaganza.
After a long, grueling election season, I think we can all agree that the best form of government is a dictatorship. If you're the dictator, that is. Sadly, though, this is one job title the Columbus Dispatch refuses to post:
"Wanted: Despot. Benevolence not required. Sadistic streak a plus, ability to work with others not encouraged. EOE."
Therefore, it's easy to appreciate someone who lived like a king, especially when it's The King.
Yes, now you too can open the palatial larder and feast your eyes on kingly delights like Nestle Quik and Hostess CupCakes. Or imagine yourself defending the realm with your own pearl-handled derringer. Or engage in a little noblesse oblige by tossing a (moody blue) scarf to your loyal subjects. From Meditation Garden to Jungle Room, Chuck Murphy brings Graceland to life in all its hillbilly splendor.
Of course, some might argue that the book, like Graceland itself, is an ode to arrested development and wretched excess. To which the answers are "yes" and "so what?" Who wouldn't be childish if given the autonomy? I'd have had truckloads of Little Debbie cream pies shipped in daily if I'd been in the big E's shoes. So sure, gluttony is a deadly sin, but then so is envy. Let he who is without sin cast the first peanut butter and banana sandwich.