OUR NEW, VIOLENT WORLD---THE AGE OF RAGE

OUR WORLD IS AN UGLY ONE. IT IS FILLED WITH ANGRY PEOPLE WHO FLY OFF IN RAGES. IF THEY HAVE A GUN OR GUNS, DEATH IS SURE TO COME. AND IT'S NOT JUST ISLAMIC TERRORISTS, ALTHOUGH THEY ARE NO 1 ON THE LIST. IT'S JUST PEOPLE ON THE STREET, TOO.

In the past five days I have had strangers yell at me, and one even approached my car screaming. Each time it was terrifying because my first thought was, "Has he got a gun?" These people were young, white, American males, and they were filled with rage.

I have recently heard some women screaming at their manicurist or a saleslady if they perceive something to be wrong. Seemingly "normal" Americans are going insane with anger. Even children are violent to each other on schoolyards.

The world has gone mad.

It is a conflagration of poverty, alcohol, and drugs with both parents and kids; unchecked mental illness; violent video games; lack of a good school system; a total erasing of manners and civility, a complete lack of respect for our leaders and those running for office (mostly deserved, by the way) and depleted government systems (schools, hospitals) that have been destroyed by the influx of undocumented immigrants. Our doors have been too easy to get through.

Should automatic weapons like assault rifles be banned from the public at large? Yes, indeed. Should individual gun owners who pass tests and respect laws be able to have their guns? Yes, indeed. And, by the way, I have shot an AK47. It was at Camp Pendelton with the Marines. You feel a terrifying sense of power. I get the appeal to the crazies. It's very sick.

THERE WILL ALWAYS BE A WAY FOR BAD PEOPLE TO GET GUNS.

Our world, as we knew it growing up, is gone. You can't feel safe anywhere, and it's not an atomic bomb that's going to get you. It could be your own neighbor, a mentally-ill kid who takes a gun to school, or an Isis terrorist who decides to wear a suicide vest in Costco. You just don't know.

So.....too bad, but we have to take actions that may not seem that palatable. We DO have to prohibit certain groups from entering the United States in the usual process. We need to thoroughly vet immigrants from certain countries---and if it takes years to get in, it takes years. Political correctness can kill you. We must be very smart about it. We have to have much stronger military funding put back into our military and defense. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Peace is always the goal, but you'd better have some strong, armed military to keep it.

I want metal detectors at ALL stadiums, event places, and schools. If I had my way, there'd be metal detectors at Ralphs.

Israel has the right idea. Their security force is the best in the world. I'm happy to be inconvenienced if it will help me stay alive.

I am sick to my stomach about what is going on. I'm sick about murders of innocent people, from "Voice" singers, to people enjoying a night at a club, to workers in a building, kids at school, or anywhere a human is just living a life.

Ever since 9/11, I have deliberately stopped going to any gathering of what I consider to be a targeted group. I won't go to the L.A Philharmonic when the Israeli Philharmonic is playing. I won't go into certain religious buildings of worship. I won't go to concerts that could draw a violent audience. Some might say that I'm letting the terrorists win because I'm changing my lifestyle. So what? It's my life and I'm protecting it my way. You do what you want. Has our government found any way to stop these killings on our soil? No.

In the last ten months I have canceled trips to London, Paris, Brussels and New York (yes, I bought all of them before the Paris attacks.) I had fifth row center tickets to HAMILTON last December, and I never went to NY. Those prime seats sat empty because I didn't want to be in Times Square surrounded by police with uzis.

And what make me so sad, is that, with the exception of getting a ban on automatic weapons (thank you Dianne Feinstein for trying again), most of this doesn't matter. Anyone who wants to kill can get a gun. There is no law, no government, and no group or individual who can stop them.

This is our new reality, and I believe it's only going to get worse. The terrorists from the Middle East have been infiltrating us for years. Their cells are growing on the ground and over the internet. It is absolutely impossible to keep everyone safe anymore. Terrorists are the No. 1 problem, but it seems that the definition of a terrorist is rapidly being broadened from bearded Middle East guy to anyone anywhere in the world who is filled with rage and hatred. Terrorism has no typical face anymore.

God help us all, and God Bless America

MEGYN KELLY--GUESS WHAT? YOU'RE NOT BARBARA WALTERS

EVERYBODY WANTS BARBARA WALTERS' CAREER. THEY CAN'T BE BLAMED FOR THAT. BUT DON'T SAY IT!!!! THAT'S NOT SMART AT ALL, MEGYN KELLY

MEGYN BEFORE THE DEBATE

MEGYN'S NEW LOOK AFTER THE DEBATE

 I like you, Megyn. You're smart. You do your homework. You have guts. When you got all the press after the first Republican debate, you knew you had your ammunition to grab the "empty Barbara Walters slot." At the beginning of your broadcast career you "had a little work done." Nice nose now. You cut your hair to look serious.

You went out and hired Barbara Walters' executive producer and specials partner, Bill Geddie, to do your specials. Obvious move, but an intelligent one. You're right to make your move now. Diane, Katie, Meredith, whoever, are getting older. The spot is yours for the taking.

But Megyn, you don't SAY that you want to be the next Barbara You just DO THE WORK. By saying it, you absolutely guarantee a comparison. And, by comparison, you don't measure up---yet.

You are skilled, but you're very white bread slick. You need to be as interesting as your subjects. Without that, you won't hit the home run. You're at second base now. You need to add emotion, danger, and any other visceral layers you can to make your mark.

And, by the way, I'm going to keep saying what I'm about to say as long as it needs to be said. RONA BARRETT INVENTED THE ONE-HOUR CELEBRITY INTERVIEW SPECIALS. Barbara and ABC stole them from her. Rona was at ABC when Barbara was brought over to be the news co-anchor. She wanted Rona's specials given to her. ABC wanted her so badly that they agreed and Rona got screwed. Shame on both of them.

Barbara could interview a cardboard box and people would tune in to see HER. She was not "guest-dependent." You are right now.

Megyn, You have a shot here. Really focus on developing your own style and go deep inside yourself to find some layers that the viewers will want to see.

You have good hair. Now try and find your soul.

THE CHINESE KIDNAPPER

 

 CHINESE KIDNAPPER 

Demands of Kidnapper & CHINESE Negotiators

'I have 3 demands or I'll kill the boy!'

Negotiators assess the situation from next door.

Head Negotiator dispatched

Negotiations begin

Negotiations concluded 

They probably spent $0.35 cents.

• In our country, we would shut the street down for 48 hours...
• Take 12 hours to talk him out of it...
• Spend $5 million giving him a fair trial...

• And pay his food and lodging for life.

      No wonder their products are cheaper than ours!

          END OF STORY ...........

THE JANET JACKSON BABY RUMOR

I DON'T KNOW WHETHER THIS IS TRUE OR NOT--REPEAT--I DON'T KNOW. THIS IS JUST THE "TALK AROUND TOWN."-----

Janet, many, many years ago, had a daughter by singer James DeBarge. It is THAT child who is pregnant, and she's going to give Janet the baby. Janet has ordered many different size baby bumps to wear, while her child goes through the pregnancy and birth.

There you have it. It's a fun tidbit for the day. AND I HAVE NO PROOF AS TO THE VERACITY.

CEDARS-SINAI EMERGENCY IS THE NEW BLACK

MY NEW HOME......allergic asthma issues are really hurting me right now. I'll write when I'm not high on the percocet for my injured ribs (from coughing).

FINALLY, JOAN RIVERS' DOCTORS ADMIT GUILT AND BLAME IN HER DEATH

CULPABILITY DEFINITION: GUILT OR BLAME THAT IS DESERVED.


LOOK AT THESE TWO FACES......

This first one is Dr. Gwen Korovin, supposedly the "throat doctor to the stars" in NY.
She's guilty in the death of Joan Rivers.

HOW'D YOU LIKE THAT COMING AT YOU?

 This guy is Dr. Lawrence Cohen of the Yorkville Clinic He's guilty in the death of Joan Rivers.

HE TOOK THE SELFIE OF JOAN WHILE SHE WAS ON THE TABLE.

GUESS WHAT GOD HAS IN STORE FOR BOTH OF YOU?????

YEP. YOU'RE GOING TO ROT IN IT AND I WISH IT WOULD HAPPEN IN THE NEXT HOUR.



Because of your negligence and incompetence, you may as well have put a gun to her head and shot her.

REMEMBER, PEOPLE:

1. THEY DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A CRASH CART
2. THEY DIDN'T HAVE THE SHOT (DRUG) ON HAND THAT WOULD HAVE SHRUNK JOAN'S VOCAL CHORDS IMMEDIDATELY AND SAVED HER LIFE.
3. THE NEVER EVEN TRIED TO DO A TRACHEOTOMY  



LOOK WHAT YOU DID, YOU INCOMPETENT MORONS (THERE IS NO LANGUAGE STRONG ENOUGH HERE) WHO KILLED MY FRIEND, MY FRIEND'S MOTHER AND SWEET COOPER'S GRANDMOTHER.........
 

 

WOODY ALLEN SHOULD BE IN JAIL

WOODY ALLEN--CHILD SEXUAL ABUSER--
REMEMBER THAT

Nikolas Kristof printed this in the New York Times

An Open Letter From Dylan Farrow

By

Dylan Farrow

February 1, 2014 3:04 pm February 1, 2014 3:04 pm

Frances SilverDylan Farrow

(A note from Nicholas Kristof: In 1993, accusations that Woody Allen had abused his adoptive daughter, Dylan Farrow, filled the headlines, part of a sensational story about the celebrity split between Allen and his girlfriend, Mia Farrow. This is a case that has been written about endlessly, but this is the first time that Dylan Farrow herself has written about it in public. It’s important to note that Woody Allen was never prosecuted in this case and has consistently denied wrongdoing; he deserves the presumption of innocence. So why publish an account of an old case on my blog? Partly because the Golden Globe lifetime achievement award to Allen ignited a debate about the propriety of the award. Partly because the root issue here isn’t celebrity but sex abuse. And partly because countless people on all sides have written passionately about these events, but we haven’t fully heard from the young woman who was at the heart of them. I’ve written a column about this, but it’s time for the world to hear Dylan’s story in her own words.)

What’s your favorite Woody Allen movie? Before you answer, you should know: when I was seven years old, Woody Allen took me by the hand and led me into a dim, closet-like attic on the second floor of our house. He told me to lay on my stomach and play with my brother’s electric train set. Then he sexually assaulted me. He talked to me while he did it, whispering that I was a good girl, that this was our secret, promising that we’d go to Paris and I’d be a star in his movies. I remember staring at that toy train, focusing on it as it traveled in its circle around the attic. To this day, I find it difficult to look at toy trains.

For as long as I could remember, my father had been doing things to me that I didn’t like. I didn’t like how often he would take me away from my mom, siblings and friends to be alone with him. I didn’t like it when he would stick his thumb in my mouth. I didn’t like it when I had to get in bed with him under the sheets when he was in his underwear. I didn’t like it when he would place his head in my naked lap and breathe in and breathe out. I would hide under beds or lock myself in the bathroom to avoid these encounters, but he always found me. These things happened so often, so routinely, so skillfully hidden from a mother that would have protected me had she known, that I thought it was normal. I thought this was how fathers doted on their daughters. But what he did to me in the attic felt different. I couldn’t keep the secret anymore.

When I asked my mother if her dad did to her what Woody Allen did to me, I honestly did not know the answer. I also didn’t know the firestorm it would trigger. I didn’t know that my father would use his sexual relationship with my sister to cover up the abuse he inflicted on me. I didn’t know that he would accuse my mother of planting the abuse in my head and call her a liar for defending me. I didn’t know that I would be made to recount my story over and over again, to doctor after doctor, pushed to see if I’d admit I was lying as part of a legal battle I couldn’t possibly understand. At one point, my mother sat me down and told me that I wouldn’t be in trouble if I was lying – that I could take it all back. I couldn’t. It was all true. But sexual abuse claims against the powerful stall more easily. There were experts willing to attack my credibility. There were doctors willing to gaslight an abused child.

After a custody hearing denied my father visitation rights, my mother declined to pursue criminal charges, despite findings of probable cause by the State of Connecticut – due to, in the words of the prosecutor, the fragility of the “child victim.” Woody Allen was never convicted of any crime. That he got away with what he did to me haunted me as I grew up. I was stricken with guilt that I had allowed him to be near other little girls. I was terrified of being touched by men. I developed an eating disorder. I began cutting myself. That torment was made worse by Hollywood. All but a precious few (my heroes) turned a blind eye. Most found it easier to accept the ambiguity, to say, “who can say what happened,” to pretend that nothing was wrong. Actors praised him at awards shows. Networks put him on TV. Critics put him in magazines. Each time I saw my abuser’s face – on a poster, on a t-shirt, on television – I could only hide my panic until I found a place to be alone and fall apart.

Last week, Woody Allen was nominated for his latest Oscar. But this time, I refuse to fall apart. For so long, Woody Allen’s acceptance silenced me. It felt like a personal rebuke, like the awards and accolades were a way to tell me to shut up and go away. But the survivors of sexual abuse who have reached out to me – to support me and to share their fears of coming forward, of being called a liar, of being told their memories aren’t their memories – have given me a reason to not be silent, if only so others know that they don’t have to be silent either.

Today, I consider myself lucky. I am happily married. I have the support of my amazing brothers and sisters. I have a mother who found within herself a well of fortitude that saved us from the chaos a predator brought into our home.

But others are still scared, vulnerable, and struggling for the courage to tell the truth. The message that Hollywood sends matters for them.

What if it had been your child, Cate Blanchett? Louis CK? Alec Baldwin? What if it had been you, Emma Stone? Or you, Scarlett Johansson? You knew me when I was a little girl, Diane Keaton. Have you forgotten me?

Woody Allen is a living testament to the way our society fails the survivors of sexual assault and abuse.

So imagine your seven-year-old daughter being led into an attic by Woody Allen. Imagine she spends a lifetime stricken with nausea at the mention of his name. Imagine a world that celebrates her tormenter.

Are you imagining that? Now, what’s your favorite Woody Allen movie?