Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Bonus Crap: T pities the fool who tries to touch you there!

Posted by Alan Scherstuhl on Tue, Jul 28, 2009 at 6:00 AM

Your Crap Archivist brings you the finest in forgotten and bewildering crap culled from area basements, thrift stores, estate sales and flea markets. I do this for one reason: Knowledge is power.

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Tackle, Block, Stop

Author: Charlotte Graeber and Joe Boddy
Publisher: Thomas Nelson Publishers
Date: 1985

Discovered at: Actually, this was a Christmas gift a decade ago

The Cover Promises: Get him off balance, and even little white boys can take T down.

Representative Quote:
"Mr. T scowled down at me. 'It don't matter who he is,' he said. 'When it feels wrong, it ain't right! Don't let nobody mess with your body.'" (page 17)

While best know for his punchy/shouty roles as the trash-talking Clubber Lang or the air-travel averse B.A., Baracus,  Mr. T had by 1985 begun to demonstrate a public-spiritedness at odds with his action-hero brethren. Unlike your Bronsons and Schwarzeneggers, Mr. T let Nancy Reagan wriggle bonily in his lap. He rapped with the kids about treating your mother right and how to practice the pants-be-damned art of "recouping."



He even starred in his own cartoon as a gator-swinging, child-endangering gymnastics teacher/adventure-haver whose dog actually sported a mohawk, too.



But it's the almost-forgotten "Mr. T & Me" books series that marks T's greatest achievement in goodhearted strangeness. Just check the titles and dream: Why didn't' your parents love you enough to treat you to The Muscle Tussle?

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That brings us to Tackle, Block, Stop, part two of our Studies in Crap investigative series "'80s Action Stars Where They Don't Belong." (Part one, featuring the Rambo Coloring and Activity Book, is available here.) In this slender volume, T comes up against an enemy even he can't pity into submission: bad touches.

Author Graeber and illustrator Boddy open playfully, with our young narrator getting dogpiled.

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Here is the first suggestion of the sexual confusion that suffuses the

book: Two of the tacklers have washed with their grandmothers' bluest

hair rinse.

The next page introduces a terrifying thematic conceit: We never see the adults' faces.
 

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Weirder still, this scene -- where our narrator's cousin Tank proposes some one-on-one football practice -- takes place in some kind of cowboy bar.

You might have noticed a strange omission so far: no Mr. T. In most children's books that deal with sexual abuse, that is not considered a problem. But this is the "Mr. T and Me" series. Sadly, before Graeber and Boddy can take us to T-heaven, we must dip into hell.

Cut to the hook-up. No longer dressed like Brad Pitt in Thelma & Louise, Tank acts friendly, but something doesn't feel right.
Soon, Tank indulges in a full-page headless fanny pat.

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And this:

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Honestly, can you imagine any conversation more awkward than when a child asks his or her parents, "Why did you buy me Tackle, Block, Stop?" Anyway, our hero freaks, dashes off, and then, bam! Guess who he runs into?

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Mr. T, hanging around Bad Touch Park in a terry-cloth track suit!

Pop Quiz!
Now, there's only so many directions this story can go. Once our narrator has explained his situation to the dude from D.C. Cab, what do you think happens next?
  • Mr. T beats the hell out of Tank.
  • Mr. T and his outlaw friends solder together a tank of their own and take back the park.
  • Mr. T "recoups" by stripping down still further for some squats.
  • In a lengthy, impassioned conference, Mr. T and the boy then both accept that violence is no solution, and that Tank's appetites can best be handled by the proper authorities, and that the next step is to report the incident to the boy's parents and the police.
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Highlight:
Improbably, that last one is the right answer. Your Crap Archivist admires Graeber and Boddy's refusal to indulge in easy solution. But I remain unconvinced in their selection of Mr. T as the most effective anti-molestation representative.

For example, on the last page, T's competitive spirit gets the best of him . . . 

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... which results in the boy suffering yet another humiliation.

And, seriously, how can our hero ever recoup from this?



Thanks to YouTube T-enthusiasts Risforrob, electracer and DanCentury3000!

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Cannot imagine what "The Silver Squawk Box" might be.

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Posted by AA on July 29, 2009 at 5:28 AM

It's actually kind of sweet that he would want to help kids out like this. He's like Michael Jackson in reverse.

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Posted by The Kaiser on July 28, 2009 at 1:56 PM

Until you track down "The Muscle Tussle," I am boycotting Studies In Crap. I MUST SEE THIS!

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Posted by Chips A Ho on July 28, 2009 at 9:49 AM

So much pity. So many fools.

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Posted by Casey Lyons on July 28, 2009 at 8:36 AM

I think the Mr. T cereal was an even more egregious crime. No flavor whatsoever.

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Posted by jjskck on July 28, 2009 at 7:18 AM
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