The inner smile
is reflected in the outer aura
is reflected in the outer aura
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Petty people...quote!
Then, gracefully move on
Julian Ayrs
The Daily Planet
Collection of Poems
http://www.julianayrs.com
Lindsay Lohan...arrest warrant issued! Heh, turn yourself in, baby...
Crime of lewd bod in a public place, perchance?
Ooops!
Looks like sexy siren Lindsay Lohan is not out of the woods yet (or at least the Beverly Hills) in respect to past D.U.I. woes and subsequent wranglings with the tony enclave's finest!
In fact, Beverly Hills Police issued an arrest warrant Friday, arising from her 2007 conviction for driving while under the influence.
Although a spokesperson for the Department declined to state the reason for the issuance of the warrant, I expect Lindsay failed to follow through on a pesky legal obligation to the court.
Who knows at this juncture!
Lindsay, you'd better get your butt down to the local pokie.
It's no walk-in-the-park to be dragged out of your high-end auto, and gruffly man-handled by some butch dyke as you're hand-cuffed in public (come to think of it, Lindsay, 'ya might like it, eh?), and subjected to extreme humiliation before gawking lookie-loo's in the mean streets of Los Angeles.
"It is our hope that Ms. Lohan will surrender herself so that this matter can be resolved in a timely manner," Lieutenant Mark Rosen said in a prepared statement.
In 2007, Lohan wiled away about an hour-and-fourteen minutes behind bars on a drunk-driving and cocaine-possession conviction, before she was sprung free on bail to face the charges.
Poor Lindsay, she's no stranger to drama!
During a dizzying car chase in the seaside town of Santa Monica, the popular actress lost control of her vehicle, then wrecked the high-end auto in ritzy Beverly Hills amid a glare of publicity.
Right about now, Lindsay's gal pal must be belting out a gusty tune.
"My baby does the hanky-panky!"
Oh, yeah!
Ardas Yanik...dishonest car dealer razed historic landmark, used aliases to rip-off consumers & filed fraudulent Bankruptcy petitions!
The other day a stranger penned an unusual comment on a blog post about an unfortunate run-in I had with a disreputable Film Festival director by the name of Richard Raddon.
~ Published at the Wordpress blog site ~
The individual queried me as to whether I was the same "Julian Ayrs" referred to in some Yanik legal skirmishes which were released in the public record on the Internet.
Mr. Yanik was a dishonest car dealership owner on Ventura Boulevard (V.B.S. Motors) , who I sued for damages in Los Angeles Superior Court, when he fraudulently "stole" a trade-in vehicle I owned - a silver Audi 5000 - and tried to sell-me a 1975 Corvette Stingray he did not have title to.
I expect the individual who wrote the comment noticed a couple of references on the Internet to a bankruptcy proceeding that Yanik and I were involved in.
~ He the debtor, me the creditor ~
From the gist of the court records, the curious Joe assumed that I "lost" the litigation.
As I noted in my response the next day, on the contrary.
The ruling from the Bankruptcy Court he stumbled across was just one phase of the litigation - which, when standing alone - gave the false impression (or tended to infer at least) that I did not prevail in the litigation.
Actually, there was a 7-year battle in the courts.
In the end, I was victorious!
But, there were quite a few bumps and jolts along the treacherous legal path.
You see, shortly after I obtained a judgment against Mr. Yanik in the Van Nuys Division of Los Angeles Superior Court and summarily placed a lien on his property in Porter Ranch, a deceitful lawyer - Steven A. Soloway - tried to overturn the judgment.
Fat chance!
After all, Soloway misrepresented the facts, which didn't end up boding well with the Judge.
In his "moving papers" the conniving wet-behind-the-ears legal eagle - who was not very bright in most respects - concealed the fact Yanik's "answers" had been stricken from the court record, which - in essence - rendered the judgment binding and final.
When I pointed out this "minor detail" to the Commissioner Manly Caloff (who was presiding over the proceeding on the morning of the hearing) he narrowed his eyes and turned to Soloway, whereupon he noted his disapproval, in open court.
"You didn't note that in your papers, Sir."
Well, needless to say, Soloway's "motion" to vacate the judgment was denied.
Shortly after that fiasco, the little sh** contacted me on the telephone one day, and had the audacity to make a low-ball offer to settle the judgment for a sum less than that awarded by the court.
When I turned down the offer, he angrily retorted that Yanik would file for bankruptcy.
"You'll get nothing," he hissed, before rudely hanging up in my ear.
A short while later, when there were no further communications forthcoming from Yanik's camp, I proceeded to check the bankruptcy files down at the Federal Courthouse because my intuition screamed at me "something is up".
I was shocked at what I uncovered!
Mr. Yanik and his dishonest lawyers at Mayer Glassman & Gaines not only filed the bankruptcy papers as promised, but neglected to list me as a creditor (or the lien I held on a major asset they were seeking to exclude from the bankruptcy proceeding by virtue of an alleged homestead exemption).
In addition, Yanik failed to disclose the bulk of his assets.
Simple oversight, eh?
For example, Mr. Yanik did not list a property transferred into his wife's maiden name prior the filing of his bankruptcy petition!
I found out about the asset in a highly-unusual way.
For example, one night shortly after the Sheriff slapped the lien on the house on my behalf, I cruised up to Porter Ranch to take a gander at the property.
As luck would have it, it was the night before "garbage" pick-up.
So, I cruised quietly up to the front curb with my headlights off, snatched up a bag of his trash, and proceeded to sift through it.
First, I stumbled across billing notices from his former attorney, a gentleman by the name of Hertz (Glendale).
I was able to discern that Yanik owed $10,000.00 in unpaid attorney fees.
No wonder he dumped his former legal counselor before moving on to slimy Soloway and the crafty sharks at Mayer Glassman & Gaines.
~ As to Hertz, well, I ended up having his car seized by the Sheriff's Department for failure to pay court-ordered sanctions that were due. I'll pen a post in the future, in which I'll give a blow-by-blow account of all the delicious details ~
Now to get back on track!
In addition to the startling revelation with regard to Hertz, I also secured a handful of cancelled checks from the trash bin with an unfamiliar surname stamped upon their face.
A perplexing scenario since Yanik's address was printed at the top left on the stubs.
Curious, indeed!
So, the next day, I trundled down to the Hall of Records and did a search on the intriguing foreign-sounding name.
Lo & behold!
After perusing the court records - marriage documents, too - I was able to determine that the individual named on the checks was Yanik's wife.
The larcenous couple were hiding assets under her maiden name!
Con-artist Yanik - who, I later discovered had ripped-off dozens of consumers in the auto business over the years under a handful of aliases - actually had the gall to perjure himself on the schedule of assets, too, when he stated in the affirmative that there weren't any property transfers prior to the filing of the bankruptcy petition.
Immediately, I filed a "complaint against discharge", and informed the court of Yanik's fraudulent actions.
But, in Federal Bankruptcy Court - Judge Greenwald - was a dud in the "justice" department.
Within a short span of time, it was obvious to me that his Honor was obviously derelict in his duties, since the legal proceedings dragged on for months on end without much headway on the issues of fraud and perjury.
I was also forced to consider the possibility that the bench-warmer was prejudiced against litigants who appeared in his court environs, In Pro Per.
By the way, it struck me incredulous that Yanik was the alleged debtor - and I, the creditor - yet he was the one able to hire a high-priced lawyer (unlike moi) to represent his "interests" in the Federal Bankruptcy Court.
Hence, the reason I requested a waiver of filing fees, which was summarily denied by the Court Clerk's office - and later - by the Appellate Court in Pasadena in spite of the fact I was entitled to the privilege according to Statute.
In fact, the Justices' ruling on that issue alone was not legally sound; according to applicable statutes, I was entitled to the relief sought.
That "call" by imbecile Justices - Poole, Beezer and T.G. Nelson - was the one that ended up on the Internet which gives the false impression that I did not prevail in the Yanik litigation.
A second ruling, in respect to a motion to "lift" the automatic bankruptcy stay was denied, but such a ruling is never "fatal" in a bankruptcy proceeding.
The litigation continues on at that juncture, until the Bankruptcy court determines how the spoils - if any - will be divided among the debtor and creditors.
Notwithstanding, I later prevailed in the Bankruptcy action - and hence - further established that the Justices' assumption there was no likelihood of "succeeding in the litigation" turned out to be incorrect and in "error" as a matter of law.
It should be noted that a Judicial Watchdog Agency agreed with my assessment, at which point, a post I penned on the issues was duly published on their web site for all court-room wranglers to peruse!
In spite of all these stressful side excursions in the courts, I plodded on.
Even still, Greenwald's arrogant attitude irked me!
Yanik was passing himself off as a destitute debtor in an unjust battle with an aggressive creditor who was trying to "steal" his home.
Nothing could be further from the truth!
Finally, out of frustration, I filed a suit against Judge Greenwald for being derelict in his duties.
It was worth a shot.
At least I'd throw the spotlight on Greenwald and his questionable court maneuverings - and, if I was lucky - prove to the authorities that Yanik's bankruptcy was fraudulent in nature.
Shortly after the suit was filed in Federal District Court, a wild series of events unfolded that turned the whole wild-goose chase into an absurd comedy of errors!
The case against Greenwald was handed over to Andrew A. Hauk - a cantankerous old Federal Judge appointed by Johnson in the sixties - who, as fate would have it - hated the thought of an In Pro Per litigant in his midst.
When I stood before him to argue the merits of my case, he belittled me in front of all the attorneys and witnesses in the gallery, and then - out-of-the-blue - threatened to throw me in jail for merely attempting to argue the finer legal points of the case.
"You think you're so smart. A Dox Quixote, are you?"
Suddenly, there was a collective gasp from a handful of shocked observers in the courtroom.
"Well, you're just spinning your wheels, young man," he barked at me from the bench after the buzz died down a tad.
Needless to say, I was in a tailspin.
"How would you like it if I threw you in jail," he cackled maniacally!
"Sir, you conduct is inapproriate," I managed to muster up amid a sea of emotion that was now overwhelming me.
On the heels of that sharp retort, I stormed out of the courtroom as Hauk angrily shouted from the bench:
"You, come back here!"
Once outside, I dashed over to the Law Library to research the issues, then proceeded to file a complaint against the old coot with the Justices in charge at the Commission on Judicial Performance in San Francisco. (9th Circuit Court of Appeal)
As it turned out, Hauk had offended many litigants over the years.
For example, when a female attorney became frustrated by his insulting beligerent behaviour one day, Hauk turned to his clerk and flippantly remarked in an aside loud enough for her to hear:
"Oh, they get that way once a month."
And, he was known to refer to environmentalists as a pack of "pointy-head" do-gooders in a derogatory fashion, when their bevy of expert witnesses appeared before him for a hearing.
And, it you can believe it, he once lamented in open court that all immigrants were faggots!
For some inexplicable reason, no complainant managed to get Hauk censured for his despicable conduct.
But, I did!
When word came back that Hauk would be barred from hearing Civil Rights Cases, and that he was being censured for his reprehensible "un-Judge-like" conduct which reflected negatively on the integrity of the court, there were cheers all around.
The LA Times wrote a feature in which I was the star player, for instance.
And, on the heels of that article, Fox News proceeded to rake the old bench-warmer over the coals.
For example, when reporters determined that Hauk was at a conference for Judges near their studios, they camped outside of the facility, then ambushed the unsuspecting jurist.
As he tried to scurry to his car, reporters stuck a microphone and camera in his face, and taunted him.
"Sir, some people say you are crazy. Are you?"
With the glare of the spotlight on his face, he angrily retorted into the lens:
"Poppycock! Poppycock!"
Throughout the evening, Fox News used the teasers to publicize the upcoming news bite on the disciplinary action being taken against Judge Andrew A. Hauk by the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals pursuant to my complaint.
Essentially, Hauk was totally humiliated and disgraced in public on National Television.
Then, Associated Press picked up the story.
Now, enquiring minds were avidly lapping up the bizarre tale about the wild-and-woolley Federal Judge around the globe!
Then, I became a hero in legal circles, when American Lawyer published a story disclosing all the nasty details of his despicable conduct, my valiant efforts to ensure Hauk was punished for his offending misdeeds, and so forth and so on.
But, most important, my litigation went back to Judge Greenwald in the Bankrtupcy court.
Now, we were cooking with gas!
At this juncture, Yanik's lawyers abandoned him, and it was just him and me in open court.
Right off the bat, he agreed to a settlement - and thereafter - monthly payments commenced.
On occasion when we met in the hall outside of Greenwald's courtroom, he'd threaten me - cry poverty - and tired to squirm out of the settlement agreement.
But, I remained strong.
Once, in open court, Yanik angrily shouted at the Judge and appeared ready to engage in some physical violence towards me.
Greenwald warned Yanik he'd have the Federal Police bodily remove him from the courtroom if he didn't behave.
Needless, to say, it doesn't surprise me that Yanik ended up in hot water for allegedly razing a historic landmark - Johnie's Broiler - which he was leasing.
Wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnie's_Broiler
News Report (re: Yanik misdemeanour charges)
http://la.curbed.com/archives/2007/03/northridgian_go.php
But, in the end, he finally paid the settlement in full.
In the wake of the legal victory, I felt vindicated.
Unfortunately, Yanik is still on-the-loose ripping off consumers left and right, as you read this.
Sad!
The lesson I learned?
Buyer beware, for one.
And, two, avoid litigation if possible.
After all, lawsuits amount to nothing more than attorney rants - which only end - when one of the litigants runs out of paper ($$$).
Bottom line? Try to settle your disputes amicably and in private.
And, use some common sense.
Don't allow attorneys to profit from your sorrows, unless you're a masochist, of course.
The havoc Yanik wrought on this historic landmark
Michael Jackson...concerts sold out! Is an Ebony & Ivory gig on horizon?
Although Michael Jackson's concert tickets weren't snapped up in 7 seconds flat - and failed to mirror the frenzied rush for hot-ticket seats for the McCartney gig slated for April - the Pop Icon was able to boast sold-out shows a few hours after the box office opened its windows.
A thriller is obviously second banana to a mop-top!
Unlike the former Beatle, Jackson pitched his concerts tickets well-in-advance.
Maybe the Pepsi-pusher wasn't sure he'd be able to fill the house; in that event, a sell-out no doubt boosted the child diddler's morale somewhat.
Opening night is slated for July, with a series of gigs to span through the year, and into February of 2010.
Although the unpredicable King of Pop is titling his tour - "This is it" - to signal a final curtain bow, I expect he'll return amid a blaze of glory for an encore, and abtly title the extravaganza - "That was it, then" - or something appropros.
Cher's been pulling that stunt for years, and getting away with it ad nauseam, go figure!
A kind-of eureka moment hit me like lightning out-of-the-blue this morning.
Maybe McCartney & Jackson should team up for a duet on the rocky road back into the spotlight.
Ebony & Ivory!
Great gimmick, eh?
Colonel Parker look out.
http://www.julianayrs.com
Joaquin Phoenix...losing it? Rehab on the way...
At the glittering red carpet premiere of Che at Mann's Chinese a few weeks ago, it was obvious to the paparazzi on hand that something was out-of-whack with Joaquin Phoenix!
As the well-heeled elite exited sleek limos that purred at the curb and sauntered up the press gauntlet into the much-anticipated screening, one wild and woolley-looking dude was inclined to go against the natural flow and stroll down the carpet to a perch near the street.
Once recognized, the actor caused quite a stir!
When a couple of celebrity interviewers tossed a handful of questions his way, Phoenix was mum for a second or two.
Then, the controversial actor did something strange.
He clenched his hands and thrust them forward into the crowd to reveal two words scribbled on his unkempt fingers.
"Good Bye"
A buzz rippled through the press corps.
Had the off-beat actor gone mad?
Then, I personally spied Joaquin whip a flask out of his jacket pocket and guzzle down a huge gulp of the mysterious liquid inside.
One for the road?
Next day, on the heels of this odd-ball behaviour, news zipped around the Globe.
Phoenix was calling it quits to become a rap star!
And, at the tail end of February, the retired thespian made good on his promise.
He actually turned up at a low-key Vegas joint to utter a few catchy rap beats.
In tow, was Casey Affleck, who was filming the entire fiasco for a documentary he'll release on the nutso actor-turned-rapper later in the year.
But, if a tumultuous appearance this past weekend at another watering hole was any indication, his stab at incoherent fast-mumbling may not pan out as expected.
Shortly after the poet in-his-own-mind stumbled on stage, a heckler got his goat - at which point - he scurried into the audience to confront the red-neck interloper.
Allegedly, security dragged Phoenix back towards the stage, then tossed him out of the spotlight into the street.
Was that a rap - um - wrap?
News at 11!
As the well-heeled elite exited sleek limos that purred at the curb and sauntered up the press gauntlet into the much-anticipated screening, one wild and woolley-looking dude was inclined to go against the natural flow and stroll down the carpet to a perch near the street.
Once recognized, the actor caused quite a stir!
When a couple of celebrity interviewers tossed a handful of questions his way, Phoenix was mum for a second or two.
Then, the controversial actor did something strange.
He clenched his hands and thrust them forward into the crowd to reveal two words scribbled on his unkempt fingers.
"Good Bye"
A buzz rippled through the press corps.
Had the off-beat actor gone mad?
Then, I personally spied Joaquin whip a flask out of his jacket pocket and guzzle down a huge gulp of the mysterious liquid inside.
One for the road?
Next day, on the heels of this odd-ball behaviour, news zipped around the Globe.
Phoenix was calling it quits to become a rap star!
And, at the tail end of February, the retired thespian made good on his promise.
He actually turned up at a low-key Vegas joint to utter a few catchy rap beats.
In tow, was Casey Affleck, who was filming the entire fiasco for a documentary he'll release on the nutso actor-turned-rapper later in the year.
But, if a tumultuous appearance this past weekend at another watering hole was any indication, his stab at incoherent fast-mumbling may not pan out as expected.
Shortly after the poet in-his-own-mind stumbled on stage, a heckler got his goat - at which point - he scurried into the audience to confront the red-neck interloper.
Allegedly, security dragged Phoenix back towards the stage, then tossed him out of the spotlight into the street.
Was that a rap - um - wrap?
News at 11!
Gladiator role best acting assignment to date
Friday, March 13, 2009
Breast "reading"...siliconfidence signals false sense of security according to experts!
A couple of DJ's in Vegas day-before-yesterday were either high on the stuff that Phelps has been smokin' lately or - just maybe - were suffering from a jilted night out on-the-town - and thus - a classic case of the hang-over blues.
I've heard of phrenology (study of bumps on the scalp), palmistry (hand analysis), and even intuitive interpretations of facial characteristics.
But breast reading?
With dead earnest (is there any other kind?) the talkative duo were engaged in a lively discussion about a recent study (!) that conjured up a novel theory that the shape, size, and the bounce factor in a women's breasts (and even the extent of perkiness in the nipples) were a surefire way to ferret out a potential mate's personality traits.
"Wanna trek over to my digs and have your breasts read," may turn out to be the cleverest pick-up line to come down the pike in years, dudes!
"What about augmented t**s," one jock innocently queried his buddy on air.
"Oh, yeah! Women with breasts implants are usually career gals."
According to the quirky broadcasters, c-cup boosters tend to be wanna-bee models or actresses who either pine to sling their jugs (of beer) at Hooters or claw their way onto a sleazy casting director's couch in order to snag a role as a Swedish milk maid - let's say - in an independent film with a bit of soft porn titillation thrown in.
"Usually, they end up suffering from silaconfidence," one of the astute disc flappers divulged to the rush-hour audience without skipping-a-beat.
"Silaconfidence develops from a false sense of security."
Apparently, the lusty babes get a boost in esteem for a brief interim; but - shortly thereafter - their confidence ends up sagging much the same way their breasts do once gravity sets in.
So, ladies, dont' fall into the booby-trap!
After all, it's your personality that counts bottom-line with the dudes, right?
An unknown author said it best:
"Men often give love for sex, women often give sex for love."
"What about augmented t**s," one jock innocently queried his buddy on air.
"Oh, yeah! Women with breasts implants are usually career gals."
According to the quirky broadcasters, c-cup boosters tend to be wanna-bee models or actresses who either pine to sling their jugs (of beer) at Hooters or claw their way onto a sleazy casting director's couch in order to snag a role as a Swedish milk maid - let's say - in an independent film with a bit of soft porn titillation thrown in.
"Usually, they end up suffering from silaconfidence," one of the astute disc flappers divulged to the rush-hour audience without skipping-a-beat.
"Silaconfidence develops from a false sense of security."
Apparently, the lusty babes get a boost in esteem for a brief interim; but - shortly thereafter - their confidence ends up sagging much the same way their breasts do once gravity sets in.
So, ladies, dont' fall into the booby-trap!
After all, it's your personality that counts bottom-line with the dudes, right?
An unknown author said it best:
"Men often give love for sex, women often give sex for love."
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Nipple play a homoerotic fantasy for some dudes!
Michael Phelps...smoking a doobie tough to fess up to!
Michael Phelps has been keeping a relatively low profile since he "bombed" big time over a dope-smoking incident at a University campus last fall.
Amid quite a bit of hoopla - the Olympic Gold Medalist turned up at NBC at the crack of dawn this morning - ready to fess up - right?
Well, kinda.
In his first appearance on a major network talk show since the scandal hit, "Today" talk-show host Matt Lauer tried reaching for the brass ring, but fell short.
As much as the smooth broadcaster tried, it was a difficult task pinning the twenty-something stud down, in so many words.
For instance, when Lauer asked Phelps point blank if he smoked dope, America's once-shining hero avoided fessing up with a definitive "yes".
"It was a big mistake," he admitted somewhat painfully.
"It"?
For those who were clueless (duh!) he clarified his evasive response a smidgen.
"And, we all know what I am talking about."
Tough to chew on, when you consider that the celebrated Olympic Gold Medalist's strokes are always so precise.
Just remember one thing at this stage of the game, Michael.
The truth will set you free!
Breakfast of Champion pot smokers!
Jane Fonda...tired old grouch!
Jane's G spot!
When Jane Fonda (infamous for using the "c" word on morning talk shows) breezed out of a function the other evening, the over-the-hill starlet was confronted with a gaggle of fans and a swarm of paparazzi.
With her head down - and tinted shades in a snug fit on her snoz (in spite of the fact it was the twilight hour) - the Barbarella babe was inclined to sign a handful of autographs grudgingly.
But, the bad attitude of the jaded old grouch got the best of her when TV newsies (TMZ crew among 'em) fielded a few questions her tired old way.
"Who has the best work-out video," one asked enthusiastically.
Without batting an eye, the star flung out an acid retort.
"I don't care!"
Undaunted, another cub reporter asked Fonda what she thought of the Obama stimulus package.
"Stimulating," she huffed in exasperation.
Keeping you up late, Missy?
Before the seventy-something show-biz trooper stormed off (in what appeared to be a drug-induced stupor) she was quizzed about who she'd like to tread the boards with again.
Ignoring the thrust of the question, she selfishly lamented:
"I like to work!"
By the time Ms. Fonda (who was ushered into show biz on the good graces of her respected father - yeah, Jane's just another spoiled show biz kid - born with a clap board in her big mouth) stormed off, a fan or two appeared to be at-the-ready to wipe their a** with her signature.
Wouldn't you? After all, her conduct was deplorable.
They didn't call the once-perky dame "Hanoi Jane" for no good reason!
Matt Lauer...penis envy?
Matt, a suit showing off a little basket is more preferable!
Today show staff traipsed over to the Art Institute one day this past week to try their hand at sketching the human form.
One of the nude male models - strategically set into frame to avoid any "x-rated" footage popping (!) up on camera - allegedly was hung like a horse.
Lauer was asked if he felt intimidated.
"No," he quipped, as his eyes fell to the crotch area of the uninhibited young stud.
"A bit jealous, perhaps."
I expect Matt's subject was "a shower".
Or, just maybe, the young hottie was aroused by Lauer's attentive gaze at his manhood.
Some dudes are into "daddy-types", after all!
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
Gold Coast Hotel & Casino (Vegas)...dishonest authorization policy! Security team manned by thieves! No bedspreads! No view! No pool!
Gold Coast false advertising
There are no bedspreads in rooms even if you request one!
Now that revenue is down - after all, tourists are staying away from Vegas in droves because of the downturn in the economy - the savvy traveller may be able to wangle a good deal or two with a little research on the Internet.
However, from the get-go, I'd have to urge tourists to avoid booking a room at the Gold Coast Hotel & Casino in Sin City.
For starters, the Hotel staff are dishonest about their authorization policy.
Normally, when you book into a Hotel, management places an authorization for potential incidentals on your credit card to cover room service, in-house movie rentals, etc.
Most Hotels in the same price range as the Gold Coast have an authorization policy for the sum of $50.00.
In the case of the Gold Coast its unclear what their policy is until the guest checks in - at which point - it's too late to protest!
Deliberate failure to disclose?
You betcha!
I cruised around their web site for about twenty minutes and couldn't find any policy on authorization charges.
One paragraph indicated a credit card was needed to check in, but that was all the information they provided.
Needless to say, I was a trifle annoyed when I checked in and was informed my credit card would be dinged $100.00 (twice the sum other Hotels in the vicinity normallyl foist on Hotel guests).
On the date of check in, when I questioned the policy, I was advised that at check-out the $100.00 would be released (less any room charges racked up during the length of my stay).
Wrong!
When I checked out and directed the Hotel clerk to be sure to credit back my account, it was dissclosed to me for the first time that the credit would not reflect on my credit card for two or three days!
The staffer hesitated, then sheepishly added:
"That's what the banks tell us."
Bullsh**!
Does he think I was born yesterday?
I was more shocked, however, when I spied a security guard in the parking lot steal items from a guests vehicle parked on the second floor of the parking structure one evening.
On Tuesday night I dashed out to my vehicle with the intention of filling up my gas tank at the station down the street when the pumps were relatively quiet.
Before I turned the key in the ignition and turned on my lights, I noticed a security guard drive up to a parked vehicle, stop, and reach into an open window and remove some of vehicle owner's personal effects!
Golly!
But, the jolts and surprises did not end there.
I was taken aback when I opened the room to the suite and noticed there weren't any bedspreads, in spite of the fact the publicity still used to promote rooms at the Gold Coast feature one.
The staff had tucked a thin sheet over the mattress, topped it with a flimsy blanket - and get this - then, placed a white sheet over the top!
Talk about tacky!
You got it.
In the middle of the night, I woke up shivering.
I was also annoyed when I strode into the room and looked out the window.
The Hotel clerk informed me my suite had a view of the mountains.
Ha!
Spread out before me was a big parking lot without even a small hill in sight!
I guess he meant to say: a mountain of concrete, eh?
To top that - a pool they were advertising as a selling feature at the Hotel - was actually closed for the winter.
Quite a few guests trotted down for a swim only to discover they'd been rooked by this dicey operation at the Coast Casino on Flamingo Road.
Avoid this place like the plague.
A total waste of money!
http://www.julianayrs.com
Mary Hart...Patrick Swayze coverage on ET shocking & stoops to new low...
Entertainment Tonight - Mary Hart, in particular - hit an all-time low last night in respect to their shocking thoughtless report on Patrick Swayze's current battle with a life-threatening illness.
While the perky bimbo recited an insensitive voice-over on the entertainment news tabloid show, staff at ET flooded the boob tube with gaunt images of Swayze literally fighting for his life!
And who was Hart's discerning upstanding source?
The National Enquirer!
Yup, solid reporting there, Mary.
In my mind's eye, Entertainment Tonight (and little Miss goodie-two-shoes) lost all your credibility with that senseless numbing report, which would have been better left in a trash can somewhere!
Throwing the spotlight on a gravely-ill person - celeb or not - was cruel and unusual punishment, for starters.
Don't you know the meaning of the word empathy, Ms. Hart?
Trying walking in Mr. Swayze's shoes for a day!
Perhaps then you'll wake up, maybe even "get it".
It must be a very ugly sight when you take a glance at yourself in the mirror.
Your karma stinks, too!
King Solomon said it best:
Your own soul is nourished when you are kind; it is destroyed when you are cruel."
Amen!
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Paul McCartney...concert tickets sell out in 7 seconds! $10,000 a pop...
Most of the clubs & Casinos may be crying the blues in Las Vegas of late, but over at the trendy Hard Rock Cafe they're singing a different tune.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
There must be a bevy of baby boomers nostalgically pining for the good old days if ticket sales for the Paul McCartney gig at the new "The Joint" are any indication.
In 7 seconds flat all 4,000 seats sold out!
And, in some cases, high-end fans paid up to $10,000.00 smackeroos to pay for the privilege of rubbing shoulders with the musical elite come opening night in the Desert Oasis on April 19th.
Heh Jude, take a bad economy and make it better.
For one glitzy star-studded night at least!
Beatles last photo shoot!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Paris Hilton...tight-lipped about new BFF on Ellen, part of magic act in Vegas, & bubbly over Tokyo puppy & new squeeze Doug!
Paris Hilton made the rounds this past week as the calendar tolled another notch on her designer belt.
Yup, the sexy heiress turned one year older.
Wiser, too?
With her new squeeze Doug Reinhardt on her elegant arm, Paris indulged Master Vegas Showman - Nathan Burton - when she was invited to partake in a magic trick on stage to the delight of partygoers.
First, he encased her nubile bod in a wooden box - then without warning - tossed a switch that sent 28 spikes "through" her.
With all the back-stabbing Ms. Hilton has been forced to endure in Hollywood over the years, it was - needless to say - a piece of cake!
Her outfit signalled a carefree romantic mood, for sure.
Sort-of a cross between a hippie-trippie tribute - to a carefree footloose-and-fancy free escape from fashion sensibility - Ms. Hilton nabbed a lot of attention - albeit, not all favorable - as she traipsed about in a delicate off-the-wall headband and sparkly silver cocktail dress with a big bauble affixed at the bodice like a giant headlight!
The wild birthday bash (Hilton turned 28 on Feb. 27th) was brimming to the rafters with a cast of madhouse characters conjured up by Jeff Beacher (party-boy extraordinaire) who touted the splashy affair as his last gasp in the glitzy desert oasis.
As ringleader, he presided over the festive proceedings, without missing a hitch.
There was a lot to take a gaggle (and giggle) at; for instance, there were 400 pound go-go dancers (female); Britney, Jackson, and Pee-Wee Herman look-a-likes; teletubbies; a towering Iron Man, and a crew of Pink Ooompa Loompas.
Paris was ecstatic since the lipstick shade is her favorite.
The goings-on were taped for an upcoming edition of my new BFF.
Speaking of Hilton's new BFF, when Paris guested on the Ellen Degeneres show this past week, she was tight-lipped when the hilarious funny-lady quizzed her about the old BFF.
"What ever happened to her," Ellen pointedly asked.
Paris wasn't about to cave in.
She just shrugged and tried to evade the probing question.
It was kind of like Michael's elusive pet bubbles, who disappeared off of the face of the earth one day, without explanation.
You don't suppose her old BFF was one of the insiders who tattled to thieves about where the goodies were, do you?
If you recall, Paris had a break in, and the burglary has yet to be solved, Sherlock.
On a lighter note, Ellen ran some footage of a recent tour of Hilton's pricey new digs.
"And,you have a new puppy, don't 'ya?"
When Paris was in Tokyo, her new boy-toy - Doug Reinhardt gifted her with an adorable toy Pomeranian.
Although the heiress has a doghouse for her pets designed like a small mansion, replete with balconies and picket fences, the new addition sleeps with her at night
Ellen tried to get the scoop on Doug, but Paris wasn't about to kiss 'n tell.
But, gossip columnists in sin city have been tittering that the former pro baseball player, has been on a roster of D-list celebrities being paid to show up at clubs for $$$.
Ouch!
Elaine Wynn...Vegas Royalty to divorce! News boosts blog hits on the town's Hostess with mostest...
Steve & Elaine Wynn are going for an "Encore".
Yup, the much-married childhood sweethearts, will call it quits once again.
The power couple - oft referred to as Vegas Royalty - first tied the knot way back in 1963.
Then, divorced Vegas-style in 1986.
But, the unpredictable winsome two-some took vows for a second time in 1991.
The second time around must have been a charm!
On the heels of "I do", Elaine not only became active in the family business, but a regular scene-stealer on the Las Vegas charity and social circuit.
In cozier days, dotting husband Steve lavished extravagant gifts on the object of his affection.
On one occasion, for instance, the Hotelier surprised the former beauty Queen with the deed to the Desert Inn Hotel!
Mr. Wynn (who is Chief Executive officer of the The Las Vegas-based casino company) reported $210.2 million in net income for 2008.
And, Elaine Wynn (66) is a director on the company's board.
To prevent a crush of nosey newsies from thumbing through the dirty linen, the Judge presiding over the proceedings was inclined to seal all confidential court documents on file.
Hence, curious onlookers have been unable to ascertain who is divorcing who, and why!
Was the split amicable, or is there an iron-clad prenuptial agreement lurking in the vault?
According to data compiled from Securities and Exchange Commission documents, Steve and Elaine each own approximately 24 million shares in Wynn Resorts.
Their stakes were worth about $468 million on Tuesday when the bell rang at the close of the markets.
If you recall, Elaine Wynn graced my 10 Best-Dressed Women's list for 2008.
Post: 12/31/08
http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-worst-dressed-listcher-oprah-and.html
In my estimation, her status in the realms of the fashion elite now (even if I do say so myself) certainly calls for special consideration by the Judge which should equate to $$$.
After all, now that Elaine has been crowned Best-Dressed, she has an image to uphold and maintain - not only in the public eye - but amid the horsey-set she rides astride of.
Steve, don't be stingy, the lady deserves the best!
And, how was your week?
In my estimation, her status in the realms of the fashion elite now (even if I do say so myself) certainly calls for special consideration by the Judge which should equate to $$$.
After all, now that Elaine has been crowned Best-Dressed, she has an image to uphold and maintain - not only in the public eye - but amid the horsey-set she rides astride of.
Steve, don't be stingy, the lady deserves the best!
And, how was your week?
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Rian Johnson..."Brothers Bloom" director top dog at AFI Dallas. Hosted fest at West Hollywood's New Bev Cinema...
Rian Johnson's "Brothers Bloom" (Adrien Brody) will screen at the opening night gala at AFI Dallas at the end of March.
Even still, the multi-faceted director treated locals to a sneak preview of the much-anticipated feature at the New Beverly Cinema about a week ago when he hosted a week-long festival of films which were billed as "Rian Johnson's Festival of Fakery".
The films focused on edge-of-your-seat tales of frauds, fakers, charlatans, hoaxters, huxters and - what the perky director deliciously referred to as - "unsavory sorts."
As the Q & A started up, Johnson entertained filmgoers with an amusing round of card tricks.
However, it was not until the first film - "The Lady Eve" - sprang to life on the silver screen that the sleight of hand tricks made any sense in respect to the festival of films.
In "The Lady Eve" (a fast-paced sophisticated comedy directed by Preston Sturgess) a couple of card sharks try to fleece a young heir (Henry Fonda).
Barbara Stanwyck, who gets top billing in the delightful studio offering, is in top form - glamorous, witty, and fascinating to watch.
Fonda is a real hoot, too.
In this fun poke at the idle rich fiasco, he plays a unwitting foil prone to get tangled up in hilarious pratfalls and slapstick schtick.
At times, I - for one - was simply amazed at young Fonda's comedic timing and charismatic screen presence.
Fonda, at the height of his male beauty, is a must-see in this entertaining farce!
And, Director Preston Sturgess's deft light touch - evident throughout - is a joy to watch.
According to Johnson, Preston's mother was a devil-may-care bohemian, who gave her son free reign to explore his creative side.
The talented gadfly started out as an actor on Broadway and then segued into directing at a time when the studio system was churning out an eclectic bill of faire in the heyday of Hollywood.
To break in as a director, it is alleged that Sturgess actually paid $1 to direct his first feature, The Great McGinty. Other memorable features followed.
Mr. Johnson, himself, is a fascinating character.
Not only is he keenly interested in the craft of directing, but the history of the cinema as well.
The last evening of the festival, for instance, the likable auteur shared a couple of rare short films created for the silver screen by one of the pioneers of the medium, George Méliès.
"Four Troublesome Heads" - a wonder - was well-received by a handful of director wanna-bees underfoot, in particular.
"Heads " marked Méliès’ most sophisticated bag of special-effects tricks.
Quite by accident, the zany director figured out how to facilitate rapid appearances, disappearances and transformations of objects on film.
Méliès was also touted for being the father of the "fade out".
That eureka moment occurred out-of-the-blue one day when the iris was being turned down (as usual) to prevent a build up of moisture on the lens and the naturally inquisitive artiste noticed it created a unique fade effect.
Méliès experimented with the technique, from which other novel ideas flowed, thereafter.
In fact, a myriad of techniques Méliès facilitated on celluloid still takes the breath of filmgoers away to this very day.
In "The Magician" (Le Magicien, 1898) Méliès used a combination of jump-cuts and cunningly-designed props (including a fake tripod stand that wasn’t as see-through as it appeared) to create the impression of a disembodied living bust.
In that scenario, the audience gets the impression they actually spy Méliès remove his own head and place it on a table, where it continues to talk as though nothing has happened.
But, Méliès - and his remarkable creations - were nearly lost to obscurity.
A handful of early films were sold for the silver content during economic hard times.
In fact, at one point, Méliès was forced to abandon his flirtations with film and take refuge in squalid conditions in a kiosk on the streets of Paris.
Fortunately, as Johnson duly noted in his presentation at the New Beverly Cinema, the filmmaker's creations were rediscovered in his twilight years, and consequently, preserved by Historians for generations down-the-line to savor forever more.
Johnson also gave a brief dissertation on the 16th & 17th Century practice of collecting rare and unusual objects.
In what was labelled as a "Cabinet of Wonders", blue bloods and royals often displayed intriguing collections which may have consisted of monkey skulls, one-of-a-kind gemstones, and oddities of nature.
The entertaining showman urged members of the audience to plan a day trip to the one-of-a-kind "Museum of Jurassic Technology" in Los Angeles.
"If you like the unusual objects like a figure of the Pope crafted out of a strand of hair, then you'll be intrigued by the artifacts on display there."
All told, it was a captivating night at the New Bev.
Try to catch the next one, eh?
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Monday, March 9, 2009
Josh Olson..."History of Violence" screenwriter appears at screening @ New Beverly Cinema!
Last night at the New Beverly Cinema screenwriter Josh Olson delighted local filmgoers when he appeared to kick off a week-long festival of films he hand-picked for the occasion.
Right off the bat, during an intro to - "A History of Violence" - the outgoing writer confided to the rapt audience that initially he didn't think he'd land the job to adapt the graphic novel for the big screen.
In fact, it was only with the help of a former agent's assistant, that he managed to wiggle his way through the front gates of Paraount Studios to pitch an idea to the "suits" who - he was told - would probably turn him down hands flat.
"Since I didn't think I'd get the job, I decided to do something wild. I just pitched the title and the backbone of the story."
Surprisingly, the suits at Paramount bought the idea and signed him on.
The script took about six weeks to draft.
And, in spite of the short time-frame to pen the material ("Violence" was his first stab at a studio feature) - only two notes were handed down from the Executive Suite.
"They cut a paragraph from one monologue because they thought it was too long. Also, I was asked to change a character's name because one of the top brass didn't like the one I chose, Gary."
He beamed when he recalled that the film was ready to screen at Cannes Film Festival just a year later.
"Everything was quick and smooth with the production," he noted proudly.
The wrangling for a director was a bit touchy, though.
"Some of the choices were scary," he laughed.
So, Olson pushed for David Cronenberg who was itching to do a studio project.
But, Paramount was worried because Cronenberg had only turned out a handful of small arty films over the years which hadn't made any money.
"I was ready to go, but they were still dickering over directors, which was frustrating."
Although the Oscar-nominated screenwriter appeared to be a pretty mild-mannered easy-going earth dude last night in the floodlights - when push came to shove - he had the gumption to stand his ground.
"I called up every day screaming for Cronenberg!"
Finally, Paramount relented, and the quirky director was signed on.
I was about to ask Olson if he had any actors in mind when he was penning the script, but before I could pose the question, he noted of his own accord that Viggo Mortensen was always his first choice for the lead.
"Maria Bello was better than any actress I could have thought of," he added with smug satisfaction.
When I asked Olson if he felt he needed to give notes to the actors - or have discussions with the director about creative decisions on set during production - his response was an emphatic no.
"David doesn't need anyone to tell him what to do. In fact, he doesn't work from storyboards at all. He walks in and figures out how he'll shoot it on the spot."
Maybe that is why the film is flawed.
The opening scenes dragged a lot, for instance.
To me, there was an excessive amount of footage wasted setting up part one of the feature.
In fact, "Violence" never really sizzled or got off the ground until Sam Harris' threatening character made his first entrance.
One fan in the audience pointed out that the fight scenes were pretty realistic, though; I wholeheartedly agreed with that sentiment, too.
The believable dialogue tumbled out at a good pace and didn't hit one false note, either.
Olson laughed when he recalled that during a passionate love scene on a stairwell, Viggo needed knee pads to ease the pain a little.
"I think I saw a little tail, too," Olson chuckled in reference to a shot of the actor's naked butt captured from behind during the throes of lovemaking.
The interviewer at the Q & A - obviously straight as an arrow - laughed.
"I don't know. I wasn't looking THAT closely."
I expect now my gay readers will be dashing off to rent the video - so they can rewind it incessantly - to catch the titillating clip in the event the writer's memory rings true.
Actually, "The History of Violence" was the last project at Paramount to be released on VHS.
"Yeah, we killed the medium," Josh chortled to a round of applause.
To get an "R" rating, some of the blood was cleaned up digitally, apparently.
Actually, about two-thirds of the original material in John Warren's book was left out.
A flashback was cut, for instance. And, so was a bloody dream sequence.
"I met John (author) at the premiere and he said he liked my version better than the book."
Olson noted that until "Violence" happened along, he'd only written a couple of junky things.
"Not worth mentioning," he asserted matter-of-fact.
The talented man - obviously, with a bright future - is either very humble or unaware that to film historians a body of work is helpful in getting a fix on an artist and their stages of creative development.
As to future projects, Olson was enthusiastic about "One Shot".
And, revealed that he was all fired up about doing a sequel to the "Wizard of Oz".
Was he joking?
Surely, Mr. Olson knows better than to tamper with the classics.
Who knows, just maybe, he has the magic touch capable of leading him down the yellow brick road to the Emerald City on that curious project.
And, a place in cinematic history.
But, if the ending of "Violence" is any indication, things may not pan out with the critics.
The closing scenes for the Cronenberg feature, after all, were too "open-ended".
"One critic in Cannes accused us of tacking on a Hollywood ending."
Well, that assessment was definitely off-base.
If anything, it smacked of one thing for sure, though.
"Lazy filmmaking."
Before ending the Q & A, Olson urged everyone to stick around and take in "Straw Dogs" on the second bill.
"I probably shouldn't say this, but at the time he shot this film, I think Peckinpaw had serious issues with women which ended up on screen, unintentionallly."
In an afterthought, Olson also noted that the Peckinpaw potboiler was a cringing example of the male id let loose on the screen.
Mr. Olson will be in attendance at the New Beverly Cinema throughout the week as he continues to hold court with some insightful discussions on favorite films such as Ed Wood, Problem Child, A Boy and his Dog, The Day the Earth Caught Fire, Exorcist III, and the Ninth Configuration.
See 'ya there!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Barack Obama...plagued by Gay rumors!
The day after Governor Jindal appeared on National TV to offer up a rebuttal to Obama's eloquent speech earlier in the evening, I speculated in a post that the namby-pamby politician might be a classic closet case.
Like most who were eyewitnesses to the amusing broadcast, I concluded that he was bit swish and needed to butch up his act a little.
On the heels of that post, a reader e-mailed me a private communication, in which he alleged that Barack had some deep dark homo secrets of his own!
Post: 02/27/09
http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2009/02/barack-obamagay-confidential-e-mail.html
Now, the floodgates have opened!
For example, when I sauntered up to the cashier to pay for a few items at CVS this morning, a tabloid headline screamed out at me.
"Barack Obama gay scandal."
A caption noted that Michelle, his wife, is very distraught over the matter.
Wouldn't you be, if you were married to a fudge-packer and didn't know it?
When a spokesperson at the White House was asked about the titillating gossip, I expect he surmised he'd put the nasty rumor to rest when he haughtily stated matter-of-fact that Barack was an upstanding married man with two children.
Doesn't the naive Capital Hill staffer know what a "beard" is?
Throughout history, ambitious men have always been concerned about their public and professional image.
For this reason - in spite of a tendency to play-out their homoerotic fantasies for real behind closed-doors - many have chosen to remain in the closet.
Not all men want the issue of their homosexuality printed up in a jolly farewell obituary, after all.
In fact, many professionals who have set their sights on climbing the corporate ladder, may have to make a sacrifice - and do so - by leading a double life.
After all, if an executive at a certain age continued to show up at company functions alone, with his sister in tow, or on the leash of a dykey-looking companion, the cat would be out of the bag in no time flat.
Of course, there is another scenario to consider which is not far-fetched at all.
Back in the fifties and sixties middle America was basically in the dark about homosexuality.
If a male was attracted to another man, he would normally suppress it, for at least two reasons.
Because society viewed homosexuality (in general) as a sickness that could be cured, the prospect of going down that road was too difficult for any self-respecting fag to bear.
Notwithstanding, if a man was courageous enough to pursue such a "lifestyle", he'd be frustrated on the harrowing journey because there were few options to pursue during that era.
After all, there weren't any gay villages like there are in cities like Toronto or San Francisco today, where a young man could test the gay waters to determine if the love that dare not speak its name was for him.
To many, b**w-jobs in parked cars and at urinals on the fly, was just not their cup of tea and totally out of the question.
Another scenario is quite familiar to me since a few close friends fall under this category.
Some men got married, started a family, and suddenly discovered later in life that they had "feelings" for men they just couldn't ignore.
In that instant case, it's obvious why a statement made by a White House spokesperson were totally ludicrous in nature.
Just because a man is married with kids doesn't mean he isn't bisexual or a gay man hiding behind his wife's skirts!
As to the speculation about Obama, the rumors are running wild and rampant on the Internet, and in some cases the allegations are totally unsubstantiated.
The Globe expose reports, for instance, that Larry Sinclair swore up-and-down that he first met Obama years ago in Washington, D.C.
And, on that fateful night - upon Obama's urging - he rustled up some cocaine for the two of 'em.
Later, according to the jilted lover, he performed fellatio (a bl** job) on Obama.
Although Mr. Sinclair agreed to a polygraph test, he failed to pass muster.
But, the Globe - for one - insists that where there is smoke there is definitely fire!
A handful of blog sites have tossed out juicy tidbits that are downright hilarious to peruse.
For instance, at 21st Century Journalism, a blogger notes that Obama must be gay because he has a bare chest.
This is what the curious man had to offer by way of GayDar 101.
"Any male over the age of 40 who has no natural growth of chest hair is gay. Any male over the age of 40 who shaves their chest is also gay."
"I know this is just a theory with no actual scientific evidence to back it up, but according to this theory as President Obama is over 40 and has a hairless chest, he is gay or at some time in his past he has been a proper gayer."
Whoa nellie!
Thanks for that little gem.
The Globe rants:
"It's the story every American needs to read!"
"Barack Obama is hiding eight shocking secrets that could destroy his presidency before it even gets off the ground, political insiders say."
"In a blockbuster Special Report, insiders rip the lid off the scandals about where Obama was REALLY born, his sex life, drug abuse and the mysterious past he's hiding from the world.
"The new President has artfully dodged some of the most serious questions ever posed to a Commander-in-Chief. But top political leaders are demanding answers NOW - and the mounting pressure could trigger a firestorm that will bring down his administration. Don't miss a single word - only in GLOBE."
I'd better snatch up a copy quick before they run out!
The Drudge Retort reports:
"Sinclair's claims have been analysed by the controversial forensic technique known as Reverse Speech, the practice of playing speech in reverse to reveal unconscious thoughts of the speaker."
Say What?
Ian Gurvitz at Huffington Post ran his own highly incriminating expose.
"The Republican National Committee released this recent photo apparently showing the contender for the Democratic presidential nod in a romantic embrace with an unidentified white male. The photo, taken in North Carolina, was posted on various conservative websites and was immediately picked up by the mainstream media.
Now, the floodgates have opened!
For example, when I sauntered up to the cashier to pay for a few items at CVS this morning, a tabloid headline screamed out at me.
"Barack Obama gay scandal."
A caption noted that Michelle, his wife, is very distraught over the matter.
Wouldn't you be, if you were married to a fudge-packer and didn't know it?
When a spokesperson at the White House was asked about the titillating gossip, I expect he surmised he'd put the nasty rumor to rest when he haughtily stated matter-of-fact that Barack was an upstanding married man with two children.
Doesn't the naive Capital Hill staffer know what a "beard" is?
Throughout history, ambitious men have always been concerned about their public and professional image.
For this reason - in spite of a tendency to play-out their homoerotic fantasies for real behind closed-doors - many have chosen to remain in the closet.
Not all men want the issue of their homosexuality printed up in a jolly farewell obituary, after all.
In fact, many professionals who have set their sights on climbing the corporate ladder, may have to make a sacrifice - and do so - by leading a double life.
After all, if an executive at a certain age continued to show up at company functions alone, with his sister in tow, or on the leash of a dykey-looking companion, the cat would be out of the bag in no time flat.
Of course, there is another scenario to consider which is not far-fetched at all.
Back in the fifties and sixties middle America was basically in the dark about homosexuality.
If a male was attracted to another man, he would normally suppress it, for at least two reasons.
Because society viewed homosexuality (in general) as a sickness that could be cured, the prospect of going down that road was too difficult for any self-respecting fag to bear.
Notwithstanding, if a man was courageous enough to pursue such a "lifestyle", he'd be frustrated on the harrowing journey because there were few options to pursue during that era.
After all, there weren't any gay villages like there are in cities like Toronto or San Francisco today, where a young man could test the gay waters to determine if the love that dare not speak its name was for him.
To many, b**w-jobs in parked cars and at urinals on the fly, was just not their cup of tea and totally out of the question.
Another scenario is quite familiar to me since a few close friends fall under this category.
Some men got married, started a family, and suddenly discovered later in life that they had "feelings" for men they just couldn't ignore.
In that instant case, it's obvious why a statement made by a White House spokesperson were totally ludicrous in nature.
Just because a man is married with kids doesn't mean he isn't bisexual or a gay man hiding behind his wife's skirts!
As to the speculation about Obama, the rumors are running wild and rampant on the Internet, and in some cases the allegations are totally unsubstantiated.
The Globe expose reports, for instance, that Larry Sinclair swore up-and-down that he first met Obama years ago in Washington, D.C.
And, on that fateful night - upon Obama's urging - he rustled up some cocaine for the two of 'em.
Later, according to the jilted lover, he performed fellatio (a bl** job) on Obama.
Although Mr. Sinclair agreed to a polygraph test, he failed to pass muster.
But, the Globe - for one - insists that where there is smoke there is definitely fire!
A handful of blog sites have tossed out juicy tidbits that are downright hilarious to peruse.
For instance, at 21st Century Journalism, a blogger notes that Obama must be gay because he has a bare chest.
This is what the curious man had to offer by way of GayDar 101.
"Any male over the age of 40 who has no natural growth of chest hair is gay. Any male over the age of 40 who shaves their chest is also gay."
"I know this is just a theory with no actual scientific evidence to back it up, but according to this theory as President Obama is over 40 and has a hairless chest, he is gay or at some time in his past he has been a proper gayer."
Whoa nellie!
Thanks for that little gem.
The Globe rants:
"It's the story every American needs to read!"
"Barack Obama is hiding eight shocking secrets that could destroy his presidency before it even gets off the ground, political insiders say."
"In a blockbuster Special Report, insiders rip the lid off the scandals about where Obama was REALLY born, his sex life, drug abuse and the mysterious past he's hiding from the world.
"The new President has artfully dodged some of the most serious questions ever posed to a Commander-in-Chief. But top political leaders are demanding answers NOW - and the mounting pressure could trigger a firestorm that will bring down his administration. Don't miss a single word - only in GLOBE."
I'd better snatch up a copy quick before they run out!
The Drudge Retort reports:
"Sinclair's claims have been analysed by the controversial forensic technique known as Reverse Speech, the practice of playing speech in reverse to reveal unconscious thoughts of the speaker."
Say What?
Ian Gurvitz at Huffington Post ran his own highly incriminating expose.
"The Republican National Committee released this recent photo apparently showing the contender for the Democratic presidential nod in a romantic embrace with an unidentified white male. The photo, taken in North Carolina, was posted on various conservative websites and was immediately picked up by the mainstream media.
"While grainy, the photo clearly shows Senator Obama hugging another male, while a third man, presumably one of his security team, looks around, trying to protect their privacy."
Nuff said!
Nuff said!
Couldn't you have found a nice black man instead of going honkie?
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