Trumps Tasks!

I would like to see Donald Trump make a showing of false presidency. He should pretend to be something. He should make himself a antique like old Civil War Muskets or Revolutionary Coins. That way we can restore our faith in the government.

Making the Press Cut in Hollywood!!

My coverage at the Writers Guild Awards at the world famous Beverly Hilton hotel can be summed up in one word, unprepared. I did not spend any extra time researching the movies or questions I would like to have asked Jeff Goldblum or James Woods, but that was not the type of preparation I am talking about, I am talking about preparing for the cutthroat Sleaze glutted bottomless pit of backstabbing, muscling and all out trench warfare for the sake of making movies. To be fair and honest, the writers might be a toned down bunch, but make no mistake they will claw out your eyeball and dice your liver just for the sake of getting better footing.

These long boring awards are like snakes waiting for you to lose your magic touch as you sit through the torture of endless categories. It was not supposed to be like this, I was supposed to sneak in the back door through the waiters entrance but once again, I was not prepared. When a nice enough waiter said that he would give me his pass, I assumed he would actually hand it to me. I could have walked right into the action, gotten the scoop on the story, but not this time, I followed him to his station where they all looked at me like I had not done my homework. Instead of sneaking past the chef yelling at the cooks into the action, I sat in rear trenches waiting for the snake creep over me.

 I did got a pretty nice shot of Oliver Stone and James Woods, and talked world politics with Richard Curtis but that was no consolation to seeing what the real Hollywood looks like on the inside.

The evening got off to a good start. A Paparazzi type photographer yelled at me for getting in the way of some up and coming, and I kicked her stand from under her, I managed to get good position on  the red carpet. Completely unprepared and with no inspiration to put on a interview face with the celebrities I finagle myself through to the cocktail party where serious Hollywood business was being discussed. I wrestled myself to the corner of the room, but the smokescreen was in full effect, I could not get a good enough picture of what was happening. I sidled myself up with some young fellow pressmen who wanted nothing to do with me so I walked around to the back corner. I could feel the attention int he room shifting towards me, but I kept looking to see if any Lizards, Sharks, or outright Hollywood Brutes would making their presence known. I spotted one, but that was the brunt of it. This was to be a stand up awards ceremony and if I wanted to get the real story I would have to break into the confines of the Ballroom Sanctuary.  Following back and forth to the red carpet and the party I spotting Jeff Daniels. He tried to drop the weights on my neck. I caught him in the act however and nailed him.

Once the awards were beginning and they would not let the Press inside, I began to plead my case to one of the stewards in the restroom, but like I said before I did not take the bait.

The rest of the evening was spent back and forth between Speeches, a nice conversation with Richard Curtis, and getting caught sleeping by Fred Armisen who managed to side-stab me.

Curtis talked how makes the UN easy to understand for the average Joe. The hardworking advertiser for the United Nations luring unsuspecting college students to a life in the Peace Corps and possibly Malaria. Though he claims to be a hard worker, so I am not sure if they got him sold on the world government thing or if he's in league with them.

Oliver Stone gave a great acceptance Speech, though before, he blew past the red carpet and after, fled the reporters following his acceptance. He talked about how he has gotten his "ass-kicked" for standing up for what he believes in and working toward change. His recent series on America's History  lay heavily into the current establishment and I am sure people inside and out of Hollywood have become sworn enemies to him.  Regardless, he has stood his ground and that is something to be admired. Very few people can get movies, much less documentaries made without compromising some sort of value system. I think Stone's position remains sincere.  Stone is able to get his point across and motivate and inspire people as he tells his stories. Hopefully the next chapter of films and filmmakers that focus on change will have the same luster and passion.

Fred Armisen Stabbed me. He is a spoiled child who milks his "talent" and stops at a glass ceiling. He is bitter, and because the press and the taletn are in the same boat, he feels like he can lay into whoever he want, whenever he wants. He was lucky that I was tired adn half asleep, otherwise I would have made and example of him. He comes from those class of people at the Saturday night live show who nested in the Service Sector, and never went much further.

The night ended with the big award. The Writer/Director/Producer/Talent of Moonlight got it. All newly christened writers one step away form being the new darlings of Hollywood. The show ended, and the big celebrities shoved off, while the newly awarded writers held  statues in the lobby.

The writers were free to y take the entire evening to their credit. I was not about to issue an all night tirade, thank to the Snake.

Randall Park from Fresh off the Boat and Veep.

Jeff Goldblum Slithering through the Red Carpet

Oliver Stone and James Woods following Stone's acceptance speech.

Trump's Tastes

When the business of government becomes the spoils of your business, and they keep talking about ethics, and you think you have the keys to a kingdom of how things once were , it is time to think about your tastes , and maybe bringing them to the center of power and politics, is something that you should have thought about when what you saw, was upsetting you.

The truth about Trump lies in his taste for fame. His ascent as a rich fellow, punching in his quest for fame along with fortune.His weatlthy status in New York, Florida, was one thing. However, so was  his ability to stay in the media, and finally earn a star in the walk of fame.

Sure the creutly of a fading spotlight may have come upon his shoulders. Though he lost his fortune, he regained somehow. Those who have had fame have all experience the agony of getting  finished off by, you guessed it, the media. A Television Show brought him back and while all the other trash that reality television had sunk to, added to a pot of gold at the end of the rigged rainbow that he kept harping against.

He played their game, he had to, and he says he's got their secrets. Us pressman are out of a job unless skip to  the Swine Policy Making, and the small time exposures that could sink a ship, as the press, being proud swine themselves, would not be ok with loose lips. After all, pressman have careers. They are good careers. Some, have good careers, on Television, and make good money, others, though are not that handsomely paid, though they get some of the nicest perks in any business, and they take of each other.

In Washington, where "interest groups" , "run the show", and they can do it from Starbucks, is all a bunch of hogwash. All these new swine are bag-men for other swine who get the truth for themselves and keep it under wraps until the press figures out that they are not welcome to it. Meanwhile the cops are corrupt and are always with their media when the political show gets moving. I personally fell siege to this when I was at a Bernie Sanders rally at the Los Angeles Harbor. Mind you I was on my best behavior, but they did not like my presence, I made something under their skin crawl. So, a young sister, in all her wisdom, thought she would bring us out to the front where we would be able talk to Sanders. A cop was standing at the gate, saw me, took a page from that  old tired baseball signalling semi-retarded communication  from  behind us and stop me straight in my tracks as everyone in front of me got through. Then he pushed the gate a little bumping me and I stood their not knowing what was going on. I was not getting through, it could mean my getting a story and being picked up by some two bit publication and maybe allow me to make a living wage on my window which was quickly closing.If had caught wind of what was happening sooner, I would have made a fuss. But I just stood their, looking like Snake Bait, as the Sister justified her wisdom, and figured that she did her job by getting the real journalist through. She was just an intern, however, and she was trying to help.

Regardless, with this "superstructure" of disgusting wealth, even the dumbest of them start learning a little, and can keep the process their exorbitant wealth protected from any looming menace. God help the media if they try to get their stories of wrongdoing through because it's their  possession. Being "below the curve",  they know that they have to protect their gold, which they have and still do, but they also became paranoid. More importantly, they do not understand things such as what fiddling around in the middle east means and do not bother to ask as a husband does not stop to listen to his wife to get directions at the gas station, out of sheer pride. The consequences are not like what they want, which is people to start singing biblical prophecies, of the rapture that was prophesized to happen in the Middle East, no. It is more like a peasant boy who wanders into the wood, that was owned by someone of stature and grace. When he ate the pig he was arrested and put in prison. There's a lot of dirty little pigs in the middle east, but they are microscopic version of the Dumb disgusting criminals who have been ravaging our country. The fact is that those tiny ones, who escape common sight, are also the terrorists.

Trump, in their eyes is a clean cut boy from New York. Our country is riding the roller coaster, of economics and politics, and a war on terror, with real work needed to to be done, and the media with nowhere to go.

Oil flows one way, the information, the other.  The question is, who's paying attention?