Contradictions in Hollywood
The Oscars remind me of the Southern Baptist preachers who
admonished newlyweds that they must be careful when they have sex
while standing as it might lead to dancing!
Contradictions in Hollywood
The Oscars remind me of the Southern Baptist preachers who admonished newlyweds that they must be careful when they have sex while standing as it might lead to dancing!
Why do the Oscar’s hire Ellen Degeneres and then not allow her to be Ellen? The two times she was herself it was great. When she handed Scorsese a script and when she had Spielberg take her picture with Clint Eastwood. But two classic minutes out of 4 hours does not a pleasant evening make.
Back in the 1950s they hired Bob Hope every year and they let him be Bob Hope for three hours. Hope was able to poke fun at the snooty Hollywood elite. Now the host is relegated to promoting a love fest for the likes of Al Gore and his presidential aspirations and his voodoo global warming science. This as his fellow liberals arrive in nearly a thousand limos and Hummers while humming “This land is our land.”
I have been reading daily newspapers since I was 8 years old and I have come to the conclusion that the best writing is to be found on the sports pages. The Pinnacle’s John Bagley is no exception and his editorial “The Global Lie” should be made into a documentary film and narrated by Jeb Bush and win an Oscar at next years Academy Awards. Yeah, like liberal Hollywood would make any version but Al’s gory version of weather science. We can’t even predict the weather with any accuracy for tomorrow even with the new, improved Doppler 900,000. Hell I remember when I was a teen in 1951 watching the old Philco giant screen 12 inch black and white console with some guy in a clip-on tie and Montgomery Ward Catalog Store suit with cardboard cut outs of the sun, of rain, and clouds pinning them on a cork board. He was every bit as accurate as our current crack “meteorologists.” Personally my mixologist Ferlin Husky is even more accurate.
Hey, I’m all for conservation but I have to laugh at people who recycle aluminum cans like my neighbor. Every other Saturday he puts 50 to 60 cans in plastic Hefty bags, throws them in the back of his 12 mile to the gallon pickup, drives cross town to the recycling center that gives a penny more per pound. Yep, and the worse part is he brags to me on how he is saving the earth and votes a straight democratic ticket. I save the earth, too. I drink el cheapo box wine, my 5-year-old Ford Focus has less than 18,000 miles and I vote at the senior center in hopes of getting a kiss from Miss Depends of ’69.
Read one week about San Benito County and its financial problems and high cost of living. The next week I read where marijuana is the number one cash crop in San Benito County. Even under the influence of box wine from the 99 cent only store the answer is clear. Legalize marijuana and tax the hell out of it.
Loved that picture of the newlyweds in the Feb. 16 edition of the Pinnacle. The first sentence of the story reads “Abby Rochelle Taylor of San Juan Bautista and Paul Frederick Silva of Santa Cruz were united in marriage on July 15, 2006 at the Mission in San Juan Bautista.” Let’s see, they get married in July and submit their photo in February. Guess they wanted to make sure the marriage took.
Want to know why our schools are in such bad shape? Here in Lost Angeles, the largest school district in the state has a school board that is now asking for a 600 percent pay raise. When is the last time a teacher received a 600 percent pay raise? When is the last time you had one? Not a teacher, you perv. But wait a minute, if you’re a teenager when was the last time?
I have always known people from Gilroy were strange. Loved that police blotter in the 50 Cent Lance stating that a 28-year-old woman from Gilroy was found at the Hollister Bank of America parking lot drunk and wearing no pants. She told police that she thought she was in Gilroy. Apparently in Gilroy it’s permissible to do your banking drunk without benefit of pants.
After I read the story I drove to Gilroy to change my account sans pants. “Mr. Venzykulu is that a small deposit or withdrawal?” Aye chee waa waa!
