Neanderpundit

dropped the F bomb on “Good Morning America”

He was reprising his role in “Cloud Atlas”, his upcoming film. I read the book in the airport yesterday.

Let me make this clear: David Mitchell can write. But it is as if a retard has gotten his hands on the Vieuxtemps Guarneri and is using it to scratch out “Baby Got Back”

The whole damned book is nothing but class warfare of the worst kind. The peaceful Moriari are exterminated by the Māori, the poor young man has his talent stolen from him by the dessicated rich man, the “Fabricants” (Clones) are enslaved by the wealthy restauant owners, the Nuke Power Plant operators are hiding the secret of the plant being a bomb waiting to go off.

All of these things of course are caricatures, and bad ones. Those who “Believe” (There’s that word again) the world is LIKE that are, in the main, beyond salvation, like those who don’t vote because it’s “Immoral”. The same level of deliberate ignorance of the facts, and trust in the untrustworthy is required for either circumstance.

It’s a real shame Mitchell is such a moron. His writing skills are intense and wonderful, and he can’t have a coherent thought in his head, only “Feelings” about the way things should be but aren’t, because people are mean. He should have been a riddler.

Helen Hunt plays a sex surrogate who is called on to have sex with a polio stricken man.

Really? In all the world, a 49 year old self hating white broad is the best you can do?

OK I can see “Next of Kin” Helen Hunt, or maybe even “Twister” helen hunt, and even “As good as it gets” helen hunt, but the woman has hit the wall, and her soul is as black as the inside of a cow. There can’t be any suspension of disbelief at this point.
Christ, I’d hit Joan Rivers or Tippi Hedron before I touched Helen Hunt.

but the wind is still miserable. Leaving Eppley ought to be a treat. Landing in Midway more so, because the shit that blew through Iowa will be there by the time I land- and the harrier southwest pilots tend to get about ten feet over the runway and put the thrust reversers on full, since the runway at Midway is only about 230 feet long, apparently.

Had a woman yesterday comment on my widow’s peak. I normally keep high and tight, but I’m a little shaggy now and when I come out of the shower my hairgives new meaning to pathetic. I told her those were the solar panels for my sex machine. She looked up at the cloudy sky and figured it might need some charging.

Later the same woman went through the shop singing “If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands” and I substituted. “Share your meds” for the “Clap your hands” bit, and she about peed herself laughing.

Last day in Iowa this week, but back on Tuesday. I cannot WAIT.