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28 July, 2012

What's in a name or better who would name himself THIS

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28 July 2012

R. Linda:

In all me years of being a newshound, I have heard and seen a lot of strange things. On occasion, some bizarre names are thrown in, but not as crazy as Beezow. Yeah, Beezow. And there are more names after the Beezow part. Let's break this down into sections because I think this could be a nice study in what NOT to name your kid, or dog . . . or lizard even.

So what does it mean? Well, some explanations are vying for attention, but mostly, beezoos is the shortest distance between a product or service and its next buyers. But in this case, I don't think that's the meaning. Another is it's an exclamation used by Greek Americans when they are excited; they shout BEE ZOOS to the untrained ear when what they are saying is BE ZEUS! Like Bejaysus (Irish) or Gadzooks (English) maybe? Anyway, the next part of the name is Doo-doo. Yup, it is. Something makes me think this be a name our friend Weasil would name one of his prodigies. . . or not.

What does Doo-doo mean? I think that's self-explanatory. So, let's go on to the last part of the name, Zopittybop-Bop-Bop. Yes, it is. Someone said it sounded strangely close to Zippidy-do-dah. Yee-ah. When put all together, you have a mouthful of nonsense, but when called aloud, I bet it gets everyone's attention.

But there is a person who goes by this name there is, truly. "He's not a bad-looking dude," the wife commented when she saw his picture. Hum. Anyway, his name until November of 2011 was Jeffrey Drew Wilschke. I rather think that has a certain rhythm to it. But not as much as Beezow Doo-Doo Zopittybop-Bop-Bop I guess. I was relieved that his parents hadn't named him the Beezow name, but I've had some fun saying Bee-ZOW! I say it kamikaze fashion, BEEEZOWWW!!! I know I need to be stopped.

So, my wife asked, what kind of man is this Beezow, and how did I hear of him? Well, it was last January 2012. I was minding me own business when I heard Maureen laughing, and I went over to the wire to find out what was so funny. Well, it was all about the Beezow name—the whole of it, yup.

It seemed the 30-year-old Beezow found himself in a wee bit of hot water he did. He was already on probation, it seemed, for weapons violations when he was picked up for complaints lodged by neighbours near a park in Madison, Wisconsin, for excessive drinking and drug use. Yes, R. Linda, he was doing all that, and I surmise his party, for one, got a wee bit out of hand. When arrested, a knife and some drugs were found on his person, supposedly. So pinched again! But once booked, the official charges were listed as carrying a concealed weapon (uh, that would be the knife, I would guess), possession of drug paraphernalia (a bong maybe?), possession of marijuana and, of course, a violation of his probation. The knife, yup, that would do it, not that the rest didn't add to the crime.

So, I was wondering what the court appearance was like. I mean really. Picture it: Beezow is escorted into the courtroom, and I just bet when his name was announced with the charges, the entire courtroom smiled or laughed.

The Judge: Mr. Beezow Doo-doo Zopittybop-Bop-Bop, do you smoke crack?

Beezow: No, your honour, I don't smoke crack, but I do smoke some mighty fine weed.

Reporter me to meself: Right, and it shows.

The Judge: When you changed your name from Jeffrey Drew Wilschke, were you under the influence?"

Beezow: Aw, man. It was like, this is the coolest name ever, dude! I thought chicks would dig it. Whaddaya think?

Reporter me to meself: It's better than Metta World Peace, so it isn't so bad. I guess, and he's single ladies!

The Judge: Who are you kidding? Do you want to be addressed as Mr. Bop or Mr. Zopittybop-bop-bop? Just asking.

Beezow: BEE-ZOW would do.

The Judge: So Mr. Beezow, when you aren't in trouble what do you do?

Beezow: I eat, I sleep, I stand, I walk around, I think . . . well that last sometimes.

Reporter me to meself: Wow, can this get any more spaced?

Well, without much ado, Mr. Beezow was found guilty and escorted off to a prison cell where he could still access his Facebook page. Oh yes, he can! But on the way, the officers doing the escorting said he did threaten to get even with them. Just how we haven't a clue, so does this mean we haven't heard the last of Beezow Doo-doo Zopittybop-Bop-Bop?

Here be the not-bad-looking Mr. Beezow (according to me wife) for your viewing pleasure. I just don't understand how he thought by changing his name to what he did, from what it was, that he'd become a chick magnet. But then this be me thinking what no one else would give a thought to.


When I first saw this, I thought it was Captain Jaack on holiday. And for all I knew, it was the Captain.  It just may be. My bad.

Gabe
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