Wentworth Tradd is a sock puppet on the hand of fate.
Wentworth Tradd is the national sport of the Kingdom of the Blind.
Wentworth Tradd’s life is more like yours than your life itself.
Wentworth Tradd is chicken fighting from the shoulders of John James Audubon- and he’s ready to dunk you and anybody else in the gene pool.
Wentworth Tradd’s work is to art as a popsicle is to a steak- less expensive and infinitely cooler.
In the United States of Culture, Wentworth Tradd is definitely South Carolina, but probably not the part you were thinking of.
Wentworth Tradd has drunk the Kool Aid, hit the wall, and colored outside the lines. Lately though, he seems to have eaten a lot of the paste.
On the road to oblivion, Wentworth Tradd is at once a hitchhiker and one of the birds browsing the road kill.
Wentworth Tradd has captured the Emerald City and is busily teaching the flying monkeys the words to “Louie, Louie.”
The Duke of Argyle, the king of diamonds, the Chief of Checkers, but not (yet) the ayatollah of rock and rollah.