so all the hijackers would've had to do was say he was an asshole and he'd sit back in his first class seat like that italian ship captain in the making.
LOOK AT WHAT PEOPLE DO, NOT WHAT THEY SAY!
and the eternally boyish wonder, risky business guy, tom cruise, did the same thing. he apologized for too many things. that's a pussy move. not a true movie star hero move, y'all, to apologize for not spouting the over-edited lines of a team of writers who never go outside (or even inside) to play.
never a fan of pretty boy stars (i've had my kid movie star crushes on people more like david brenner and jack klugman) tom cruise only got interesting to me once he started jumping over sofas for getting to fuck and fall in love with eternally young and impressionable fans and started showing his opinions and ranting about all the drugs people are taking (i actually totally agree) and how he can do anything.
fuck yeah! that's how you start to get interesting and get interesting things done! i'm all for bluster, but you've gotta follow through or it's nothing more than punching a white suburban girl for fucking with your little sister when she didn't even know that was POSSIBLE.
like i once did. it's just punching babies with candy.
pick something hard. not easy.
this is what i mean when charlie sheen fucked up IN PUBLIC again and again and went back out with his chin out. that's the real thing, you all. get your head out of your corporate lackey asses and stop re-tweeting the press for another IPO.
this is how you do rain dances to get things to move, happen, change, evolve. you go tits out or chin out or whatever out. but you go alone and lose your previous mind to get the wisdom of the more current mind. but you can't just sit there and talk.
you've gotta scare the shit out yourself.
that's why you cross yourself and wink to your best friend. because that's all you need, really.
when i look down at my monster girl pussy and ask who's the real thing, it's not the first two boys--mark wahlberg or tom cruise. i'm putting my money on charlie sheen as a more truly interesting and powerful trajectory of a man and artist because he only says sorry when he hurts feelings. he doesn't apologize for being an asshole. and that is beautiful.
and he's also BEYOND his own being "beautiful." he's beyond it. he'll use it in a human pinch, but he wants something flayed beneath the skin. that's where he is and that's why my own pussy senses about that kind of man.
and when you look at his family, you see he IS the side they suppressed for so long, coming out to fruition. his brother and father also go chin out, but they pull actually their punches because they want to be invited back so they can do MORE.
charlie sheen's got his own, harder way that takes a little patience and focus to even SEE. he's testing you to see if you're for real or a bullshitter so he's more likely to distract you at first. he's impatient and more idealist and romantic and gets more broken hearted and pissed off and it crackles and sparkles and confuses with intensity and force.
that's why you can tell he winks at brad wyman, and i wink at james swanson or lisa.
but on a less spectacular level, a more "who's got your back and for how long" level, charlie sheen is the kind of guy you could fuck once 12 years earlier when you were adorable, and end up at his house all haggard in a snow storm and need a jump in your VW bug and he'd grumble complain and help you get back home the next morning with a good breakfast.
tom cruise would likely call someone to actually do the winching work but dress the part in expensive flannel and nice boots, and feel really good about all he'd done; while mark wahlberg would see if you were still cute enough to fuck, and if you weren't, he'd make a snarky remark to his old cronies next to him in bed (or curled up at his feet on the floor), and roll over and go back to sleep.
that is why with a mere smoking of a cigarette on dateline, charlie sheen quietly fucked us all up the asses because we're terrified of smokers now that we're all screen names and stuck on our iphones.
smokers who aren't sorry and huddled outside in the cold. unapologetic smokers on TV are like motorcycle riders used to be. to even do it on tv with sweaty hair and amazing abs. that blonde interviewer lady probably made a suction cup sound with her pussy when she got up after the interview. she was starting to sweat under those lights, herself.
i looooved it.
(if sheen had an entourage watching out for him, his lights wouldn't have been too hot or too garish. the faceless blonde interviewer lady had her own entourage and she looked great. you have to look behind the scenes. at the pussy juices she left on the chair. at how she had someone to powder her face while the rest of us were under our beds shivering at what would happen to him next)
mark wahlberg has been surrounded by too many in his own yes men entourage because the airplanes that crashed into america's sense of itself were not led by smokers waiting to die of emphysema and fuck virgins when they could no longer breathe all over them.
when you're face to face with a whole other culture, playing catch-up in a pinch will snap your neck.
that's why us colored folks and mixed ones are the future. we're the sewer rats who've been taking notes as we served america mojitos while america was floating in its way over-priced swimming pools like hungover, bloated corpses from the great gatsby.
besides, if mark wahlberg was such a fucking american hero who missed his real shot at showing his true heroic character, or lack thereof, he would've gone and joined EVERYONE ELSE and kicked up some of the dust in the country next to the actual one we were having trouble with.
but to me, if he were the kind of hero we need NOW, he would've gone AGAINST everyone else like michael moore has again and again to black-tie boos and hisses.
and i don't care how fat michael moore ever gets...
when a man exists to love you enough and fight for you to not even ever suffer an unfair flat tire in the snow, that's supernatural love and you let it go when he forgets to pick milk up at the store because that kind of epic, supernatural, shameless, yelling love?....
THAT is truly mad white hot.
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