The sheriff's deputy who arrested Mel Gibson for drunken driving six months ago says his superiors have harassed him ever since a report detailing the star's anti-Semitic tirade was leaked to a celebrity news Web site. Deputy James Mee was transferred to another assignment, interrogated for several hours, and investigators seized a computer and phone records during a search of his home, his attorney told the Los Angeles Times for its Thursday editions. "His life and career would be a lot different had he not made that arrest," attorney Richard Shinee said.
The lesson? Why, that stars get to do whatever they want in L.A., of course!
One day, if we survive the next few years, it's really going to hit us that we let this man become president, and we didn't have to. Hope no sharp objects will be within reach.
Imagine what an opportunity (which, the Chinese alphabet tells us, can be viewed as the same as a crisis, and we all know how much execs look to the East in their shallow way) 9/11 provided for someone who wanted to expunge records. A chance to erase as many dirty dealings as you wish, all at once, in a way that would render all questions tasteless. A chance to hide everything you don't want an auditor to see, forever. Can you imagine whom, say, Enron would have killed for such an opportunity?
And even if you didn't actually lose the records, you could lie and say you did, about as many as you'd like.
Well, duh. Whenever I see one of these things, I wonder exactly what decade the media think this is. (Of course, the real question is: how many Americans have sex after marriage...)
Celebrate Christmas with some of my favorite movies, just now released on DVD, including Reds, of course, but also now the long-awaited uncut 1900 (aka Novecento) by Bertolucci, and an affordable edition of the Conformist.
And as usual, I'm selling stuff myself, including a sizeable collection of Peter Bagge's Hate and some rare Alan Moore items. Check 'em out!