Hollywood politics

I saw in today's paper that Sean Penn thinks journalists who write that Hugo Chavez is a dictator should be jailed.  Does anybody know what country he holds citizenship?  Does Penn believe that the liberal media lies about the things that Chavez says and does?  Is Chavez producing one of his movies and he's just kissing ass?  Intellectually, I didn't think Penn was that ignorant.  I intend to add him to the list of idiot actors I will no longer patronize.  George Clooney, Charlie Sheen and the Dixie Chicks are already on the list.  I'm afraid I just can't listen or watch someone who doesn't believe in America.

The two major films up for the Academy Award were Avatar and the Hurt Locker.  I was fortunate to see both of these films.  Both of these films were described by some people as being political.  Avatar I could see as it mirrored what our government did to native americans.  With the Hurt Locker, I failed to see the politics.  All I saw were brave American soldiers doing a job unlike any other in a hostile environment with the courage and determination thats reflected in most of our troops.

I used to be quite a movie buff.  Hollywood has just become way too opinionated for my tastes.  I still the love the old movies, where rarely did you see blood and the sex was always implied, but not shown.  Sean Penn has every right to say the things he says, but I have every right to boycott his movies. 

My dream has been to one day receive an Academy Award for one of my stories and undoubtedly I would be thrilled to meet some these Hollywood stars, but I pledge to you right now I will carry my beliefs in God and Country and will never knowingly compromise myself to one of these fools.

God Bless America and the men and women who protect her. 

The Writers' League of Washington will be meeting tomorrow.  Each month we pick a word to write something about.  The writing can be any form, story, article, poem, limerick.  Our word for this month is 'rendezvous.'  This is what I wrote.  For those of you who are familiar with the movie "Casablanca."

CAST A BLANKET

They come to the hot sands to relax and play

some stay for week, a month, some just for the day

They wander the broadwalk and eat the delites

enjoying the sunning days and the partying nights

She walked in the place knowing it was Mick's

She found the jukebbox and selected B6

The familiar tune made Mick turn with a sign

As the jukebbox played "As Time Goes By"

She sat at the counter and said you know what I eat

He felt the hurt renewing, he remembered her deceit

Of all the pizza joints in the world she walks into mine

Instead of a romantic rendezvous she left him behind

He knew she liked her pie with sausage and pepperoni

and he'd make it for her even though she was a phony

He still remembered Vegas and what he thought was love

The nights they spent together, what was he thinking of

She took all his money and left him all alone

with no transportation and no way to get home

He spit on her pizza and slowly closed the lid

and handed it to her smiling, here's looking at you kid

This was a poem I wrote when Washington, D.C. was in the top five as far as the number of murders.

WE ARE ALL EQUAL

A yellow line surrounds the scene

A young black girl's body lies serene

She was shot to death for no reason

Another victim of the killing season

A Congressman's aid lies in the street, blood gushing

The sound of sirens, the police come rushing

A crowd is forming to see who

Another victim, what can we do

A latino man is dead, his shirt torn open

in Spanish or English, no word is spoken

His gang has gone to form a plan

The hatred will kill another man

In life she ran the Korean store

Then shots rang out, death closed the door

No matter whose life there is no sequel

So in life and death we are all equal