Have you ever noticed that when Quentin Tarantino speaks, he says absolutely nothing? His arms are flailing around, there are quasi-words coming out of his mouth, and he makes not one lick of sense. How could this nut have directed a movie and won awards? He's not a talent. He's a goofball. Or a speedball. Well, he's really got balls to open his mouth. And people in Hollywood are so similar that they don't notice that he has everything it takes to be homeless.
I mention this not to be cruel. Not because QT is the subject of the day, but because there is this cruel thing about show business (as if there is one!) that makes real talent, extraordinary talent, timeless talent, doubt itself.
Consider that you are a phenomenal talent and you witness people such as QT being taken seriously in the business. You think, "If he works in this town, then I must be nothing either." It's sad. Marilyn Monroe thought she was nothing, because Zanuck had her under his thumb. L. B. Mayer told Judy Garland that she was just a little "hunchback," and for all of her life, she thought she was a fraud. Lindsay Lohan. Same thing. Doubts herself, because she's watching all the idiots and at the same time her family is trying to keep her in check, so that she can't get away with the money. Meanwhile, she's gagging in the bathroom. May God protect her, if Tarantino ever wants her for a film. But this isn't the subject.
Although it is improbable, I believe that Laura Schlesinger's radio talk show - demented psyches cured in thirty seconds - is syndicated in all major markets in the U.S. Dr. Laura, as she is known to her listeners (now there's something to gag about), cites sailing and sharpshooting as her hobbies. She says this without howling at herself.
And talk about confidence. Taratino is a shrinking violet next to this Sherman tank. One day she was a proud mama taking her kid for his first day at college. Without skipping a beat she bragged that he is in the army. Signed up. Regardless of his one day of higher education, one must assume that someone signing up in 2006 must be volunteering for active duty. So goes the politics at his home.
Schlesinger makes some horrid army grunt every day when she says she is the mother of an idiot who signed up for combat.
What is worse, Dr. Laura (now my shrink is gagging) gives some decent advice, such as, "If you divorce, don't marry again until your kid is 18." Now that could prevent a lot of heartache. So could waiting until marriage before having sex. Certainly handles the question of abortion. (Pretty much.)
But she spends every day bouncing back and forth between psychology and politics. Church and state. She is trained for one, not the other. But like every single person in America who knows nothing about political science, she's ready to weigh in on any and all subjects regarding the Union.
Up to this point she has not been pistol whipped and her son has not been killed in Iraq (and we hope never), but would her politics change, if she were to endure such horrors? Perhaps she would say she is proud of her son, his courage. She may be that crazy (interesting adjective), but I suspect not.
She does a lot of damage by mixing her political views with her Ph.D. Her listeners, by osmosis, fill up with her sick political values. I do believe she loves sharpshooting at the thought of seeing a doctor who performs abortions in her sight.
So we have Laura screwing with our minds and Bush under our beds and the fascist state is complete. Read Elie Wiesel's Night and see what happens when the state becomes the church. As you are reading these few paragraphs, you are losing every freedom you assume you have. And you won't notice until the FBI comes for your next door neighbors. Oh, he's nuts, you're saying. Tarentino, Dr. Laura, and George Bush.
And you think I'm a nut?
posted by lvuback1 @ 11:04 PM
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