I would like to be the first to predict that Clint Eastwood will be the next Icon to be taken down by the mainstream media.
The empty chair stunt at the Republican convention was bad enough but making the movie American Sniper had put him beyond the pale. How dare he?
How dare a man upon whom the Hollywood elite (Ronald Reagan had their number back in the ‘60s; its why he got into politics) showered every blessing turn around and support American exceptionalism and traditional values such as God, Family, Country?
In the book Disinformation, General Ion Pacepa describes the technique the KGB used to discredit and marginalize the enemies of the state. Repeat the big lie often enough and people will believe it and the truth will be forgotten. When they did it to people, they referred to this as ‘framing’. It was typical in soviet societies that even the most highly regarded member of their elite, if they stepped out of line would be discredited and erased from the public square and history in general. Framing worked best if the framers could use a foundation of truth. Blackmail wasn’t their objective in rooting the skeletons out of everyone’s closets; skeletons are the construction materials for future frames.
For instance, take the case of the biggest box office star in the world, the originator of People magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive cover, who has also snagged a Best Picture and Best Director Oscar Hollywood adored Mel Gibson. His admission to being a devout Catholic who believed in marital fidelity was considered an adorable quirk. Until he put $25,000,000.00 of his own money into making a vanity project about the last twelve hours of the life of Jesus. The Passion of the Christ exploded at the box office all over the world.
It was pretty well known that Mel was a recovering alcoholic. It was only a matter of time before he fell off the wagon and did or said something stupid. All that was necessary was to play out the line and wait for Mel to hang himself. I’m not saying there was a concentrated effort to tempt Mel off the wagon or people who devoted their lives to following him around, waiting for him to provide the ammunition for a frame; I’m just saying that if he hadn’t made The Passion, the very machinery that exposed his buffoonery would have worked to keep it hidden.
Ben Franklin, Joseph Stalin and the Well Manicured Man all knew that the best lies are hidden between two truths.
Now we have homely, sloppy, overweight comedians sniffing that they’d never work with Mel Gibson.
How about Bill “learn to speak English and pull up your pants” Cosby? The allegations of his serial sexual abuse of women are decades old. Why do you think they’ve only started coming to light now? I happen to believe them. I think the Hollywood machine has protected Cosby for decades because the ability of Hollywood to pat itself on the back for supporting racial diversity has been far more important than whatever has been done to a bunch of little girl nobodies. But then, their darling House Negro stepped off the plantation. You know what they do to runaway slaves.
The story is quite a bit worse if I am wrong and Bill Cosby isn’t the predator he’s been painted as.
How dare he tell the African American community to stop blaming whitey for their ills?
Want another one?
Justin Beiber said to Rolling Stone magazine “I really don’t believe in abortion. It’s like killing a baby.”
Yes, Beibs and spelunking is ‘just like’ exploring caves. It was bad enough that one whom the gods of fame deigned to anoint the new trend would dare to talk that way, but young master Beiber’s core constituents are young girls just the right age to be convinced that sex is for fun and ‘the products of conception’ are to be flushed. Talk about subversive!
Naturally, every article about him in the last six months have had to do with his over the top self-indulgence and use of recreational drugs; just the type of thing to smash his squeaky clean nice boy image.
I’m not suggesting that Justin B. isn’t a pot smoking idiot but I can’t help but notice that Zac Efron, perhaps the Beiber’s biggest rival for teen heart throb of the day, quietly underwent rehab to very little fanfare. Clearly, Zac has been partying up a storm too but is much too media savvy to have said anything to raise the ire of the protected classes.
As if JB’s own words weren’t enough to put him in the cross hairs of the hedonistic, anti-girl self-hating feminists of NARAL, I knew he was in deep doo doo when his mom made a pro-life documentary.
So look out, Clint. No one is a big enough star to get away with producing such political incorrectness unscathed. They’re sharpening the long knives for you.
They may take out Billy Crystal as a warm up.