I can’t tell you how many times in my professional life I was forced to keep my mouth shut. People in positions they had no right being in making nimrod decisions that were going to hurt me, my family and everyone else in the freakin’ company. Having to be politically correct when on the inside I just wanted to cut a Don Rickles promo with all the trimmings . . . it was brutal. Look, I’m not a corporate guy, never was one, don’t want to be. I don’t believe in watching every word that comes out of my mouth. Falling in line? With me, I’d much rather get the !@#$%^ out of the line, go home and do my own thing.
And, that’s exactly what I’m doing now.
With this opportunity coming up on PodcastOne in six days, bro, Vince Russo finally has no filter. At 55 years-old, and with the bulls**t that I have endured—AND STILL DO–I am going to say exactly what I want to say, how I want to say it, and when I decide to let the venom spew. And, quite honestly–if you don’t like it then either meet me head on–or-go visit Macy’s window with an arse scratcher in hand.
It’s over. Worrying about the ramifications of my “unique” opinions are a thing of the past. All a man has is his honestly, and the older and wiser I become—the more I will exercise that option. The GREAT Vic Venom once said, “You want fluff . . . GO EAT A !@#$%^ MARSHMALLOW!!!
Ladies and Gentlemen, I promise you, you ain’t seen . . . or heard . . . nothing yet.
I just dropped the microphone and walked out of the room.