The passing of an original Mouseketeer, Cheryl Holdridge, who joined the famous corps in 1956 at the beginning of the 2nd season, occasioned a pause in the heartbeat of America, a momentary skip in the pulse as people “of a certain age” flashed back to a time when liking someone on television did not require defending indefensible behavior.
Since our cut-and-run Congress is hell-bent on repeating the Vietnam fiasco (with its ensuing regional bloodbath) and our Executive Branch is unable to hold onto its constitutional prerogatives, I will repeat my three year-old proposal first discussed on-air with Michael Savage.
For months I have gone to bed each night with the welfare of several young women on my mind, praying that those alleged friends and ten-percenters who enable such terrible behavior will finally put simple human values above their paychecks and find a way to leave a message for us at A Minor Consideration.
As predictably as sunrise the news arrived on Christmas Day that American casualties in Iraq now “equal” the number of deaths in the fall of the Twin Towers on Nine Eleven. Oh, what fanfare. Global coverage by a gleeful Press tried to trumpet a somewhat mysterious connection between the murders in New York on a morning in September 2001, and the battle dead in the Middle East.
I have had enough of naughty nymphets and predatory paparazzi, haven’t you? The entertainment industry…and this includes movies, television, and their feeder system of magazines, breathless TV shows and websites…has become trapped in the erotic fantasy lives of hormonally driven thirteen year old boys. Enough already.
John Kerry’s comments before the collegiate unwashed reminded me of my often-voiced thought that those who refuse to admit the mistakes they made in the 1960’s are doomed to unending ridicule. Unless they win elections. If you can’t find anything to Vote “for,” then Vote against the transparent attempt by America Haters and their allies in the corrupt media to turn History on its head, but don’t you dare just sit on your couch come Election Day.
At the back of the lecture hall at USC, where I was making a speech on the general welfare of children in show business, a young black woman raised her hand to ask a question.
Have you been in a bookstore lately? I confess that I’ve pretty much switched over to on-line ordering, but now and then I walk the stacks and see if anything catches my eye, particularly when I’m with my oldest son, Brian Andrew, and we’re looking for our beloved science fiction titles.
Hollywood — indeed the whole of the entertainment business — would like you to believe that they operate outside the boundaries of the Laws written for mere mortals. The evermore degrading images and content of entertainment “product” our culture, particularly our children, are subjected to is the proof of Hollywood’s moral decline.
My friend has died. Long live my friend.
