Track-A-’Crat: The Roll Call of Democratic Delinquency

Has finally been arrested, in connection with a 1978 arrest warrant issued in America, which itself relates to a 1977 case in which he pleaded guilty to having sex with a 13-year-old girl.

Scumbag.

Why’d it take so long?  Could we not have renditioned, then water-boarded, his a*s long before now?

Plus, Roman, your movies are cr*p.  Like, all of them.  And not even passable-entertainment-cr*p, we’re talking M. Night Shyamalan levels of pretension and boll*cks here.

So don’t use that whole artistic-genius-thing as a defense for raping a kid, because it’s even more stupid than it sounds.

Oh God, I’m still drunk from last night.  I don’t drink much anymore because (a) I have a hot wife, thus negating the need to get hammered and hit on other chicks and (b) I’ve become terrified of hangovers, such as the one that’s approaching (I’ve deduced that I’m not yet sober this morning because I’m not feeling any pain and I can’t do anything that requires balance).

So it’s a good thing that I’m heading to a pig roast in VA hosted by The Other McCain in a couple hours time, (where there’ll be a firearms demonstration – awesome!), then a leaving party for a friend back here in DC.

The hangover cometh…

UPDATE:  Indentured Servant Girl (great name!) has rightfully pointed out the exception to the rule, a not bad acceptable great Roman Polanski flick – Chinatown.  But the others all suck.  The only director that immediately springs to mind as having an even worse batting average than Polanski is Woody Allen.  Is he a hypnotist?  How does he keep on convincing studios to let him make movies?  He allegedly made a decent movie decades ago, but it’s such an outlandish rumor that I can’t believe it (and there’s nothing on God’s green Earth that could make me go and watch any of his movies in an effort to prove it).

Celebrities everywhere, please read this.

Ignore the migraines cursing through your brains as you try to digest a sentence composed of more than three words, read out loud if you must and even point to the words with your index finger as you go along, but, for one moment, engage whatever residual grey matter you haven’t already coked away.

We love your movies/music/books (most of the time).

And detest everything else that you do.

If I could, I’d go back to the good old days of Hollywood, where studios virtually owned actors.  Then I’d be able to see just how long human beings can go without using the restroom before soiling themselves and, more importantly, I could prevent actors from abusing their legions of mindless fans, who not only see them as demi-gods but also fountains of pure political knowledge.

Which they most assuredly are not.

If public faith in politicians has deteriorated so badly that (currently acting) actors are now needed to sell the message, then that simply reflects the need for fresh politicians (and term limits) rather than substituting screen puppets in their place.

Is Clooney bored of his superhuman efforts to single-handedly solve the crisis in Darfur by talking about it in extremely general terms?  Isn’t that what normally brings the Hollywood crowd to DC?

Well now he’s had the killer idea of making yet another movie based on Guantanamo Bay.

Except that, predictably, whereas it could focus on the awesome parts of Guantanamo (holding terrorists/wannabee terrorists in a legal no-man’s land) it will instead concentrate on the crushingly boring aspects (some case about its legal ability to try detainees, or whatev).

Unless Bin Laden or one of his oiks is having his eyes melted by a red-hot poker, no-one’s gonna pay to see this, Georgie-boy.

PS – What’s up with the photo?  D’you reckon that they coordinated their poses?  “OK, Barry, I’ll enter the room on the left and look left, and you enter the room on the right and look right!  Ohmygod, it’ll be so much fun!  Let’s see who can look the coolest!”

When he’s not eating (and I can’t imagine that leaves too much time leftover), Alec Baldwin apparently likes to pick up the NYT.  And carry it.  And sometimes even read it.

He has a piece in the Huff n’ Puff today, and it’s clearly only there because of his celebrity status.  It cannot be because of his writing skills.

Using short sentences every so often is an effective way of adding impact to what you’re writing.

But using short sentences for every sentence means that you’re not very clever.  At all.  Bearing in mind that this piece was probably the culmination of weeks, if not months, of strenuous concentration, let’s be generous of spirit and give Alec an A for effort.

I love House.  I’m on season 2 and it’s great, not a single disappointing episode so far.

Which is why I’m dreading the imminent introduction of Kal Penn into the series.  Hopefully, my fears will prove to be unfounded.

But, regardless of his acting skills, I don’t want to see him anywhere near politics, along with the rest of Hollywood.

Unfortunately, I’ve once again been ignored and Kal has been hired by the White House as a liaison between the Obama administration and Asian constituents.

There are good reasons why previous White Houses have declined to involve actors/celebrities/screen puppets too closely in state matters.

Most revolve around the innate stupidity of said people.

There is a (slight) silver lining, though: Kal is undoubtedly going to provide frequent and unintentional comedy gold.

30 Rock is great.  As is Alec Baldwin in the show.

I just wish his real-life character was a little more affable.

But Alec has now done a Whoopi.  Can these people prepare their own breakfast or does that force them to think too far in advance?

Judging by their complete inability to forecast tax increases under a president of the Left, I have my doubts.

I’m not even wasting precious minutes of my life reading why he went to Congress.  It could not matter less.

Darfur, right?  That’s normally what brings them here, isn’t it?

Anyway, another day, another celeb visit to the Hollywood for ugly people.

When Hollywood starts listening to me about how to make movies (let’s start with a pocket universe that springs forth from some hot chick’s toenail, that I can visit at will and where I rule with an iron fist.  While riding the skies on my techno-organic dragon.), I’ll start listening to them about which politicians to elect.

What a tender moment.

Both men embrace, close their eyes and imagine, if only for a second, what a wonderful place the world could be.

If only the Left were not opposed by all those angry, bitter, religious types.

Not back to reality.  Kind of.  Because I want to talk briefly about Hollywood’s obsessive propaganda efforts.  Within recent memory, there’s been W, Frost/Nixon, Lions For Lambs, Rendition, Redacted and many other second-rate pieces of alleged entertainment.

There’s also talk of an Obama movie while he’s in office.  I’m sure it’ll happen – the man has already managed to author two books before actually achieving anything, so no problem there.

Movie revenues are falling.  Guys, the way to get people back into the movie theater is not to make a stream of political hack job movies. 

Booooorrrrrrrrring!

There’s enough of that in real life already.

Although there could be a rich vein of movies about Democratic presidents.  Imagine a farcical rom-com about Billary!  Or the tale of one man’s heroic challenge to God for supremacy over the weather!  Or a simpleton-stumbles-upon-power story featuring Jimmy Carter!

The possibilities are endless and there’d be franchises galore…

Oh.  Dear.  Lord.

Popular fascination with the abhorrent, Communist, psychopath Che Guevara is neither new nor surprising.  It’s an easy statement of anti-establishment, anti-American, anti-free market sentiments.

Right on.

I know that it’s not nice to wish bad things on anyone, but, oh, so tempting.  People like Benicio Del Toro are too limited to even realize the irony that we tolerate (and in many cases encourage) their stupidity, as opposed to what happens to those harboring different views under their system of choice.

Please, Lord, magic him into a Cuban dissident.

Then he could witness the wonders of socialism firsthand.

‘Cos, boy, do I own a lot of movies.  Love my shiny dvds, overflowing as they are with exploding things, alternate realities and the beautiful people.

But here’s the thing.  People of Hollywood, voting for the Democratic Party will not somehow elevate the condition of the masses so that their lives will be more comparable to yours.

Far from it.  Voting for unlimited increases in the government, the federal budget and the welfare state traps people in poverty.  Welfare checks, while in many cases needed temporarily, pretty quickly rob people of self-dependence, aspiration and ambition.

And have the concomitant result of making sure that those in receipt of welfare checks will associate their “livelihood” with the party providing the welfare.  They then vote accordingly.  Forever.

Now that’s a healthy state of affairs.  Let’s keep people in poverty to be assured of their votes.