Saturday, December 6, 2008
Criss Angel, best-known for his A&E television show - Mindfreak - is currently on stage at the Luxor in an intriguing magical show "Believe".
Under the auspices of Cirque du Soleil, the show title takes its name from the tale of legendary escape artist Harry Houdini who designated "Believe" as a code word for communicating after death.
For those in the dark, Harry Houdini once resided on Laurel Canyon where strange things allegedly went bump in the night, according to frightened neighbors.
The show producers describe the potent "Believe" spectacle this way:
"Along a path of imaginative exploration - Criss encounters Kayala and Crimson - two women who represent different aspects of femininity; four bizarre Ushers, who will introduce the audience to the baroque theater of Criss’s mind; and a high-energy troupe of characters and dancers who mix a multitude of styles into a high-energy visual feast, punctuated by moments of grace and sensuality."
The stunning illusions in "Criss Angel Believe" will not be presented as stand-alone elements, but as interdependent components using heightened imagery, fantastical creatures and impossible feats of legerdemain, all of which will be integrated."
To some, Angel - with his handsome dark Mediterranean looks and dynamic on-stage presence - is the ultimate poster boy for contemporary magic.
David Copperfield, vanish!
But, Angel is not all that foreboding or beyond approach in the final analysis.
After all, his best buddy is mischievous Carrot Top, a neighbor in Vegas.
If you're in sin city for the upcoming holidays, book a ticket.
By the way, like Houdini, they disappear fast!
For teaser surf to:
At the ticket window I was informed by Theatre staff that there was a problem with a reel for the "Changeling".
For this reason, I would have to forgo on warming up to sensuous Angelina Jolie in Eastwood's new flick until the second dinner-time screening, or take in another flick.
I found myself trundling into "Australia" which stars Nicole Kidman and Hugh Jackman.
Shortly after the celluloid sprang to life on the silver screen, I was tempted to slip out the back door for a quick exit.
The opening scenes were so God-awful!
A little voice inside whispered in my ear. It was a "patch job".
I expect those sequences were conjured up later to rustle up some - um - whimsy to the project after the producers reckoned they had a stinker on their hands.
Initially, I expect studio brass envisioned "Australia" a big sprawling saga.
What they ended up with was a vast rambling mess!
In fact, the big-budget feature is a twisted Hollywood hybrid, if anything.
The slow-starter is a romantic comedy cum passionate love story cum drama that just keeps coming without any energizer bunny to perk it up in any capacity along the bumpy way.
Thought the fiasco would never end.
When Ms. Kidman strode into the landscape - all spit and fire - I was inclined to hold on for a scene or two.
Just maybe, Cruise's former ex could turn the disaster around, eh?
As I twisted and turned in my seat uncomfotably - suddenly, without warning - the film sparked to life when Jackman (a strapping big dude) finally graced the screen.
What an entrance - albeit a "backwards" one - it was!
A shot from behind at dusk caught Jackman's rough 'n tumble character half naked from the waist up - boasting a surge of rippling muscles that caught the seductive light - and caused the audience to literally gasp.
Now, "Australia" charged full steam ahead.
For many, larger-than-life Jackman was good enough reason to hang on to the predictable end.
For the most part, the producers capitalized on his virile manly presence.
Jackman's character exuded a captivating macho swagger - delivered up in tight jeans and ubiquitous bulging crotch - and a jutting jaw that wouldn't stop.
Sexiest man alive? You betcha.
About two-thirds of the way through an emotional tug-of-war with Kidman (the Boss lady) - suddenly a transformation took place - which caused me to bolt upright in my seat.
When a few tender moments unfolded between Lady Ashley (Kidman) and Drover (Jackman) the close-ups said it all.
"Jackman may be the next Gregory Peck or Clark Cable," I uttered to myself in the dark.
Forget about the wolfman roles, Hugh.
Undoubtedly, there are loftier climbs ahead!
If you want to get into Daniel Radcliffe's - um - pants, then attend a matinee for the Broadway Stage Production of EQUUS.
3 pairs of snug Lucky Brand jeans - deliciously worn-in to perfection at erotic stress points, no doubt - will be auctioned off each week.
The cash EQUUS rustles up at the novel fundraisers will be donated to the locally-based chapter the "Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS" Charity.
One autographed pair of precious denims were lifted from his studly muscled bod for a whopping $950.00.
Imagine what the lad costs for a night of boisterous horseplay!
Late Thursday, prosecutors secured an indictment against 5 security guards (a 6th defendant is still negotiating a plea bargain) arising from a shooting which took place in Baghdad in September (2007) which left 17 Iraqis dead.
On the heels of that shocking incident, an anti-American battle cry went up around the country, and has not subsided as of yet.
Six guards have been under investigation since a squadron of armed Blackwater "private" contractors (Government issue!) open fire in a busy intersection .
Although the Blackwater employees alleged they were ambushed in the streets, witnesses testified that the shooting was unprovoked.
I reported on this incident in a post last fall.
The indictment was placed under seal until it could be made public.
Although the exact charges were not revealed, it is expected that the guards will surrender as early as Monday, to face the allegations.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Boy George now (and then)
Pop Icon, Boy George (born George O'Dowd) was convicted yesterday by a stalwart jury in merry old England for imprisoning a male escort in his apartment in 2007.
At trial, it was determined that Mr. George (um) Dowd, restrained a male escort by the name of Audun Carlsen by handcuffing him to the wall.
The former Culture Club band member did not testify at the trial, but admitted to police that he handcuffed Carlsen to a bed while trying to investigate whether someone had tampered with one of his home computers.
George said he believed that Carlsen had removed some photos George had taken of him during a previous meeting.
Carlsen testified that during their April meeting, George called him into his bedroom, jumped on him, wrestled him to the ground and began beating him.
He told the court that George then dragged him violently across the floor and shackled him to a hook drilled into the wall.
All this, because the young stud for hire wouldn't sleep (or have sex) with Dowd.
Jurors were shown pictures of deep gouges on Carlsen's head and injuries to an arm, but the singer denied hitting him.
In fact, Dowd theorized Carlsen received the bruises because he was HIV-positive.
The verdict was obviously unsettling to the popular singer.
George's jaw allegedly dropped when the foreman disclosed the findings of the court.
Friends in attendance in the public gallery - there to lend support to the beleaguered celebrity - apparently reeled over at the outcome, too.
The Judge granted a release pending sentencing on January 16th, 2009.
During the course of a bit of banter from the bench, the Judge inferred from her strident remarks, that "time" behind bars would be appropriate in the instant case.
Some say, it may be a blessing in disguise.
Allegedly, Mr. George has been struggling with a heroin addiction.
A stint in the poky may hasten the end of addiction by way of cold turkey.
"What we have is satisfaction that this monster is where he belongs behind bars."
That was the response of Ron Goldman's father, after O. J. Simpson was convicted on charges of armed robbery and led away to prison earlier today.
"There's never really any closure. Ron is still gone," Mr. Goldman sadly elaborated.
When the former Heisman Trophy winner stood at the sentencing hearing, it was quite an emotional moment for the man who many still allege murdered his former wife - Nicole Simpson and her friend Ron Goldman - in spite of an acquittal in a Los Angeles court room years ago.
As he stood face-to-face with Judge Jackie Glass, the jurist quickly delivered the perimeters of his punishment after he made a tear-eyed plea for mercy.
"I didn't want to steal anything from anyone. ... I'm sorry, sorry."
The cries fell on deaf ears.
In fact, the Judge denied a request for Mr. Simpson to remain free on bail, pending the outcome of an appeal expected to be lodged with the higher court in the near future.
As if anticipating a backlash from Simpson's lawyers, friends, and supporters Judge Glass made a point of noting several times that her sentence in the Las Vegas case had nothing to do with the Simpson legal proceedings in 1994 in which he got off scott-free.
"I'm not here to try and cause any retribution or any payback for anything else," Glass stated matter-of-fact for the record.
Co-defendant - Clarence "C. J." Stewart - was also was sentenced to at least 15 years.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
I was standing in line at a check-out counter at the supermarket a couple of weeks ago when I spied a screaming headline on the cover of a tabloid magazine.
Patrick Swayze dying!"
I recall recoiling in horror.
How cruel and insensitive!
The same thought crossed the talented actor's mind, too.
Although Mr. Swayze was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, he has been valiantly fighting the disease. In fact, he is responding to treatment, and winning the battle.
Still stinging from the hurt, Mr. Swayze angrily noted to the legitimate press:
"They're reporting that I'm on my last legs and saying good-bye to my tearful family. It's upsetting that the shoddy and reckless reporting from these publications cast a negative shadow on the positive and good fight I'm fighting."
At a time when "hope is precious", he can only shake his head in disbelief.
I wholeheartedly agree.
Prying into - and reporting on - highly confidential medical records without the knowledge or permission of an individual - is a shocking and disturbing trend in a "no-holds-barred" kind of gossip-mongering which must be condemned - and ultimately - stopped in its tracks.
If the shoe were on the other foot, I hazzard a guess that the insensitive intruders might be angry, too.
George Eliot once said:
Cruelty, like every other vice, requires no motive outside of itself; it only requires opportunity."
A few months ago, I attended the premiere of "Dark Streets" at a desert festival.
That festive evening, I managed to coral two of the lead stars before they sauntered into the screening - the Gabrielle Mann and Bijou Phillips - and was pleasantly surprised at how down-to-earth and level-headed both young actors were.
Ms. Phillips was excited about the new release for a couple of reasons.
"This is the role I have wanted to play since I was a little girl," she confided in in me.
"I used to walk the streets in the rain in New York when I was younger with my umbrella in hand and sing the blues out loud as I strolled along," she recalled wistfully.
But, it wasn't easy landing the part.
No sir, she had to fight for the opportunity to play one of two femme fatales playing opposite dashing Gabriel Mann.
While Bijou may not be starring in lead roles in big budget features just now, she's comfortable in her shoes none-the-less, she assured me.
"I've had a chance to do a wide range of work in the Independent film area."
Right off-the-bat, I was taken by Gabriel's well-groomed appearance.
When I asked - "who he was wearing" - one of his handlers winced a little.
Quick on the uptake, I noted that women got all the attention in that regard.
"I don't want the guys to feel left out, 'ya know?"
Mr. Mann chuckled.
"Marc Jacobs. He's my favorite designer."
In the past couple of years, Mr. Mann has been working non-stop - and at this point - his star is definitely on the rise.
"Dark Streets" was directed by Rachel Samuels.
The hot auteur's last turn at the helm was for a Gothic period drama titled - "Suicide Club" - starring Jonathyn Rice and Paul Morissey (shot in Ireland).
"Dark Streets" is best described as an atmospheric film noir musical fantasy.
Chaz Davenport (Gabriel Mann) is a dashing bachelor who owns what promises to become the hottest new nightclub in town.
Surrounded by the sumptuous blues music he adores, and with his pick of the gorgeous women who perform their sensual dance numbers onstage every night, Chaz is the envy of every man.
But, with the city thrown into darkness by frequent blackouts and a menacing loan shark closing in, Chaz is in danger of losing the club and far more.
At the same time, he finds himself embroiled in a love triangle with the club’s alluring star singer, Crystal (Bijou Phillips), and a new arrival at the club—the mysterious and seductive chanteuse Madelaine (Izabella Miko).
There's also been a big buzz over the killer soundtrack which features blues contemporary artists such as Natalie Cole, Aaron Neville, and Solomon Burke.
The film opens locally December 12th at Laemmle Sunset 5.
Catch the intriguing project, if only to witness the performances of two budding young superstars, sure to hit the big time in the very near future!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Apparently Brad Pitt revealed on a network TV show that he "hates" the paparazzi.
In fact, Jolie's golden boy had some amusing thoughts to add to that.
"Let me be blunt: I hate them. I hate these people. I don't understand...that they do that for a living."
Brad, you're either very naive, or you forgot what it's like to be a struggling actor.
I say: tough ti**y!
Having to "deal" with the paparazzi is part of the nature of the best.
Brad - do you think that fans go to your films, rent one of your movies, or snatch up a magazine with your mug on the front cover - because they respect you for your acting?
Frankly, for the most part, no.
Let's face it, you're a pretty boy with chiseled abs.
That's your appeal, sorry!
Fans fantasize about you, lust after your body, and pine for a glimpse into your private life.
No, not just the one you inhabit in a role on screen.
The photos you complain about facilitate that essential aspect of the "business".
If you are not aware of that "reality", it's time to turn in your SAG card, and try your hand at selling real estate.
Or move to Europe, curse America ever after, and become a recluse.
Yes, Brad - in case you weren't aware of it - the film industry is a part of an intricate concern known as Hollywood's dream factory.
Brad Pitt is a cog in it.
Granted, I agree with you that the paparazzi should not - as you pointed out in your interview - climb over walls around the perimeters of your private property or call out your children's names as you're dropping them off at school in order to land an exclusive still.
That is wrong.
Instead of whining about, though, do something constructive.
Organize a band of supporters, draft an initiative, and submit it to Los Angeles City Council.
Or, put it on a ballot in the next election.
You say you don't understand that "they" do that for a living.
Heh, maybe photo journalists have a family to support.
Did you never sign on for a turkey - let's face it Brad, two of your last films were real stinkers - just for the big bucks?
When I reflect on your career - and that of others - one thing appears obvious.
On the rise up, actors tend to be so kissy-kissy with the fans, Accommodating to the media, and on-the-ready to offer up the gift of the gab in order to slyly maneuver their way onto the cover of People or GQ.
You name it.
Then, once a high-profile star has managed to secure a financial footing - and likewise, stash a little moolah in the bank - they turn the screws.
"The hell with 'ya. Who needs the likes of you."
Yes, that's the ungrateful lament of the day.
No man is an island, Mr. Pitt, and when you turn your back on your bread-and-butter, that message may come home to roost crystal clear.
Thank your lucky stars you've had such a successful run.
Keep up the nonsense and you'll be starring in half-hour infomercials on cable at 3 a.m nightly.
Made you need to eat a bit of humble pie to get your priorities straight!
Rebel rouser Affleck turns off SAG Membership with elitist views
Although I am a member of the Screen Actors Guild, I haven't been reporting much on the contract negotiations much ballyhooed in the press in recent days.
For the most part, it's because I have been ticked off with the way the negotiators have been handling the talks.
Notwithstanding, disruptive factions within SAG have upset the status quo to serve their own selfish ends.
And, that is unsettling too.
For instance, when the issue of a potential strike arose, an upstart group referring to themselves as the "Rebels" - consisting of a few high-profile actors such as Ben Affleck and Kevin Bacon - cried out for a mind-boggling approach to the issue.
Because a large percentage of actors in the guild don't work full-time - and (in their opinion) had nothing to lose if a strike was called - bozos like Affleck and Bacon were urging a stipulation that only full-time actors be granted the privilege to vote on the contract negotiations.
In a follow-up post, I criticized the "Rebels" for taking an elitist approach.
After all, one of the original missions of the Guild, was to ensure that all actors were equal in the eyes of the "shop" - whether they be an extra, a day-player - or full-fledged star.
In closing, I noted in that scathing review of their misguided efforts, that their so-called solution to the problem was a dangerous one because it played into the hands of the producers.
In closing, I posed a question.
Have you never heard of the old axiom, "Divide and Conquer"?
Shortly after that post, the rebels faded into oblivion, for some inexplicable reason. (!)
Even still, as the contentious talks continued between the negotiators and the producers, factions within the guild threatened to split SAG asunder.
So, at the next Board election, members scrambled to promote their candidates to ensure their "voices" would be heard at the bargaining table.
Unfortunately, the votes were almost split, and SAG ended up with two warring factions deep within the heartbeat of the guild.
Since then, negotiations have been sluggish.
Each week - on average - I have received about three e-mails updating me (!) on the clever maneuverings "going down" on both sides in the contract dispute.
But, no cigar!
Although some contend that our sister Union (AFTRA, of which I am dues-paying member also) was smart to negotiate and strike a deal early, I disagree.
As usual, the negotiating team sold the membership down the river!
Unfortunately, SAG has gone too far the other way.
What irks me most is the "paper tiger" approach.
Guild negotiators threaten to strike, but don't.
It's gotten to the point now - that when the sceptre rears its ugly head as a potential bargaining tool - the producers just shrug - yawn - and respond accordingly.
At a crucial stage of the "game", SAG has finally initiated proceedings for a referendum to vote on a strike.
Once again, though, the powers-that-be at SAG have screwed up.
Now that SAG has tipped their hand - and warned the producers about a potential strike in January - the studios and independents have been given ample opportunity to get all their "ducks" in a row before that eventuality.
Personally, I think that one day - out-of-the blue and without so much as a peep - all actors on all sets and sound stages around the country should swiftly and stridently march off the job.
Then, we'll have 'em by the short and curlies.
After all, a sudden stop in production - and a vital loss of revenue - is the only action capable of landing a knock-out punch.
Maybe then, the producers will be ready to strike a deal!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Well, one anyway.
When Dallas Star Sean Avery roared into Calgary, he was obviously chomping at the bit to settle a score or two.
A cutting remark about Jarome Iginla failed to rustle up a fight night, so the hockey stud was inclined to pin his raunchy jock strap elsewhere.
As he sat twiddling his - um - stick, he uttered up a mouthful of locker room skat, that offended a righteous few.
"I'm really happy to be back in Calgary."
With a smirk on his face, he continued.
"And I just want to comment on how it's become like a common thing in the NHL for guys to fall in love with my sloppy seconds. I don't know what that's about."
Then, Avery coyly signed off.
"Enjoy the game tonight."
The off-the-cuff remark cost the hot under-the-collar iceman big time.
Pursuant to NHL By-law 17 and Article 6 of the NHL Constitution which stipulates that a player may be penalized for conduct - "detrimental to the League or the game of Hockey" - officials announced earlier today that a suspension has been imposed indefinitely following "inappropriate public comments" not pertaining to the game.
Gossip-mongers conjectured that the off-color quip was levelled at Calgary Flames defence man Dion Phaneuf, who has been dating Avery's ex-girlfriend, Elisha Cuthbert.
To add substance to the theory, it's been reported in the media that the sexy young lady - prolific between-the-sheets - has also been squired around by hockey stud Mike Komisarek of the Montreal Canadiens.
But, dude, I doubt it's because NHL players are into sloppy seconds!
Bodacious babes wised up to the fact that Canadian athletes have big swinging di**s.
Talk about public humiliation.
Clothes do not make the man!
In addition to their ever-popular Classic Film screenings, the Hollywood Forever Cemetery has ventured onto new - um - hallowed ground!
On Thursday, December 4th, showman Duncan Trussell presents the 4th installment of "Comedy is Dead" at the legendary cemetery.
Trussel conjured up the novel idea to stage a comedy show in a cemetery after he took in "Last Comic Standing" and realized that flailing Stand-Up comedy had been "murdered by the mass media".
"Comedy is Dead" features recognized comedians who'll perform in the exquisitely-restored Masonic temple.
Hollywood Forever - resting place of Hollywood’s Immortals - has made national headlines with its revolutionary approach.
In addition to fulfilling unique burial requests, Forever also provides digital biographies of its distinguished high-spirited guests, outdoor summer film series, and so much more.
Douglas Fairbanks' grave site is pictured below.
DJ Douggpound & Johnny Pemberton host.
Entertainers slated in the exciting line-up at press time include Sarah Silverman (The Sarah Silverman Show), Natasha Leggero (Chelsea Lately), Mary Lynn Rajskub, Howard Kremer (Dragon Boy Seude), Eric Charles Nielson (PhD), and A.D. Miles featured in the "Wet Hot American Summer".
Party favors included with the $10.00 admission:
*Top Headliner comedians
*Mind Blowing HD Pre-movie
*Acoustic set by The Dark Matters (modern Americana rock band)
Doors: 8:00 PM
Curtain: 9:00 PM
Hollywood Forever Cemetery
6000 Santa Monica Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90038
I have reported on the ongoing battle in the courts in the matter of a medical marijuana case - Garden Grove vs. Superior Court - which eventually weedled (no pun intended) its way to the U.S. Supreme Court.
Yesterday, the high court of the land refused to review a landmark decision, wherein California State Courts found that the medical marijuana law was not preempted by Federal Law as previously argued.
Initially, the lower court Justices in the Appellate court issued an "Opinion" on November 28, 2007, that specifically underscored the grounds for their historic ruling.
"It is not the job of the local police to enforce the federal drug laws."
The case arose from an incident in June of 2005 when police charged resident Felix Kha with possession of marijuana (in spite of the fact papers in his possession verified he was a medical marijuana patient entitled to legally use the controlled substance) and proceeded to confiscate Kha's medicine in what was later to be determined as a wrongful seizure.
Medical marijuana advocates who have been vigorously fighting this case in the courts for the past three years, praised the Supreme Court for rendering what they deemed a just decision.
In sum, legal scholars have hailed the ruling as significant because it has underscored law enforcement's obligation to uphold state law.
On the heels of the conclusion of the exhaustive legal wrangling, advocates have theorized that there will now be stricter adherence to state medical marijuana laws by local police - the end result being - that there won't be as many arrests or illegal seizures.
"It's now settled that state law enforcement officers cannot arrest medical marijuana patients or seize their medicine simply because they prefer the contrary federal law," said Joe Elford, Chief Counsel with Americans for Safe Access (ASA), the medical marijuana advocacy organization that represented defendant Felix Kha.
"Perhaps, in the future local government will think twice about expending significant time and resources to defy a law that is overwhelmingly supported by the people of our state."
Don't Bogart that joint, Arnold!
Today I received an e-mail from Bill Clinton enlightening me about the exciting news.
Yeah, I heard, Hillary was nominated to be next Secretary of State.
In a glowing tribute, slick Willy went on to boast that his hubby's bump up into the upper echelons of Government, was great news for the country.
"She understands the challenges we face, and her experience and judgment will help President Obama restore America's reputation in the world and make our nation more secure," he gushed in one fell swoop.
He concluded by asking that fans take a moment to celebrate the wonderful news by sending Hillary a message of congratulations.
But, you know the part I can't fathom?
Bill asked for contributions ranging from $10 to $1800 smackeroos
Is Hillary expected to pay a stipend under the table to Obama to seal the deal for her spanking-new post at the White House?
Me thinks, not!
Just goes to show 'ya, those money-grubbing Clintons are going to continue to gouge Americans until the poor souls have coughed up their last shiny penny, eh?
When searching for a quote that was appropros, I stumbed on this one by a former President, Bill Clinton:
"I have news for the forces of greed and the defenders of the status quo; your time has come and gone. It's time for change in America."
That's what Obama promised us, but looks like American voters not only got much of the same, but short-changed in the process!
Generally, Michael Phelps wins hands down when it comes to nabbing top hits at my blog sites.
This phenomenon especially rings true when some salacious tidbit of gossip streaks like lightning across the net piquing the curiosity of die-hard fans.
However, over the past ten days Michael Phelps has been forced to acquiesce a little to another upstart heart-throb, Daniel Radcliffe.
The two high-profile young studs have been running neck-and-neck (not necking; although a handful in some quarters may find the thought an enticing fantasy to dwell upon) in the ratings war.
One lap, Radcliffe edges forward; the next, Phelps powers ahead.
Of course, both are fodder for the gossip mills currently.
Phelps - because of speculation about his love life - who he's dating - and that sort of titillating between-the-sheets stuff.
Meanwhile, Radcliffe's nude publicity stills promoting Equus - and his successful stint on the boards in Broadway currently - are rustling up a whallop of frenzied fan reaction, too.
Even a gay spoof (Video clip) on Harry Potter has managed to stir up a whirlwind of innuendo and speculation about Radcliffe's personal life.
Who's in third place?
A few juicy tidbits about Willy's Royal phallus being over-exposed on film lately have revved up a hornet's nest of activity on these shores and isn't bound to subside in the near future.
Hail to all the young studs!
And, the flurry of precious hits the popular golden boys scatter The Tattler's way!
Now that the George Bush presidency has started to wind down, the feisty Texan has had the opportunity to reflect a little on his term in office, as he prepares to pack his saddle bags and mosey on back to the ranch.
In an interview with Charlie Gibson on ABC News, the oft-criticized political leader startled viewers around the country when he fessed up about one blunder in particular.
On the highly-rated night-time news show, Bush noted for the record - when asked about his legacy - that his biggest regret was getting the intelligence wrong in Iraq.
"I think I was unprepared for War," he admitted without shame.
In a conversation with a friend the other day, I pointed out that when Bush took office, he was dealt a bad hand.
If you recall, shortly after he took office, 9/ll - an terrorist attack unprecedented in U.S. History - fell in his lap out of the clear blue sky one day.
Bush was inclined to argue further.
"I didn't anticipate War. One of the things about the modern presidency is that the unexpected will happen."
In sum, Bush noted that he didn't campaign with the promise that if the American people voted for him he'd be able to handle an attack.
John McCain sought votes on that premise and he lost the election!