Saturday, August 27, 2005

Ah, Hollywood...

I have a feeling that this is how lots of EM's (Entertainment Moonbats) will end up... somehow, it seems sort of fitting.

Move over, Margot Kidder and Anne Heche- a new fruitcake has just entered the bake-off.

[[ The nearly weeklong search for a Grammy-nominated producer ended Friday after a resident spotted the man sitting naked in a backyard creek, washing his jeans.

The Topanga Canyon resident found a distraught Christian Julian Irwin saying he feared he was being pursued by Nigerians who had contacted him in an Internet scam, sheriff's Capt. Ray Peavy said. ]] (LINK to wacky story)

Then, there's the strange case of the extravaganza of a send-off for Hunter S. Thompson. The moonbats and the New (Old) York Times are in rare form here.

[[ Worshippers of the wild and dissolute drug culture of the 1960s gathered at their temple in Woody Creek, Colo., on an August Saturday night to pay tribute to the booze-and-drug-soaked journalistic legend Hunter S. Thompson, exactly six months after he shot himself in the head in the middle of a phone call with his wife. It was, in a way, a perfect ending to symbolize Thompson's self-absorbed, self-destructive worldview. How pathetic is it that some people are actually celebrating this?

The next time you hear the biggest hearts in Hollywood railing against how the government or corporations waste millions of dollars on their "toys" rather than helping the poor, think of the Hunter Thompson memorial service. Actor Johnny Depp spent a reported $2 million constructing a giant tower (taller than the Statue of Liberty) to shoot Thompson's ashes into the sky with some very loud fireworks. The New York Times described it as "a rocket-like structure embedded with a dagger. It was crowned by Mr. Thompson's logo, a two-and-a-half-ton red fist with two thumbs and a psychedelic peyote button pulsating at its center, a Day-Glo sight visible for miles around." The Times respectfully called it the "complete canonization of Mr. Thompson."

Thompson devotees swarmed the area from across the country but were not allowed near the party. It didn't stop them from hailing Thompson as a prophet. "It's a pilgrimage of sorts," said one man who flew in from Wisconsin in a tuxedo he'd worn for four days straight. "This is the wailing wall of the freak kingdom."
]] (LINK to more wackiness)

Well, it's hard to argue with that... especially when the guy saying it is in a very ripe tuxedo. Also, remember that they've never been held accountable when it comes to their hypocrisy on how they spend their millions, compared to how "rich, white, Republicans" spend theirs.



Anonymous Tsar Lazar said...

If I were the sheriff of Woody Creek, I would have conducted a massive drug and DUI sweep that night.

Talk about raising the revenue of the county...

It's too bad Thompson was such a nihilistic maniac; he was actually a fairly talented writer and reporter. His book on the 1972 campaign is still considered one of the best books on a Presidential campaign ever written, in spite of its profound Liberal bias.

And "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" does have some good social commentary, although for all the wrong reasons, from my point of view.

Pomoze Bog.
Tsar Lazar

27/8/05 16:24  
Blogger kmg said...

Yeah... talent given over to liberal derangment... another sad case of it. That is the song of the day in hollywood...

27/8/05 21:12  

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