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Roger L. Simon Stole My Destiny

And they all said I was crazy! Well, okay, they didn't all say I was crazy and it's not like it was a really original idea, so I guess ol' Rog didn't really steal my destiny, but I thought it would make for a good post header.

Anyhoo:

One story, however, cries out for cinematic dramatization — Benghazi.

It is concise and highly dramatic.  And mysteries abound – just where was the president of the United States that night our ambassador and others were under terror attack in North Africa?  Why wasn’t Obama directly involved? Why did the secretary of State pay so little attention? Just what was our ambassador to Libya doing in Benghazi that night anyway? Why were the perpetrators allowed to escape?  Why did the president lie for weeks about what transpired, trying to make a hopeless video nobody saw seem  the cause of the event?   And why were his lies covered up by CNN’s Candy Crowley? Why was no attempt made to save our people in the first place? (I could go on, but you get the drift.)

but…

Unfortunately, I am not optimistic. The major studios certainly would pass.  They would never risk embarrassing a sitting president.  The production of such a film would be up to brave independents.  And a fictional film — not a documentary — on such a topic would be expensive, especially if you wanted a competent, professional production.  If you don’t have that, you have nothing.

I think he's wrong — mainly because he seems to be looking at it wrong. Then again, I suppose someone who thought a play about Walter Duranty would be super duper interesting should be expected to focus on the political machinations behind Benghazi and say nothing about any, Blackhawk Down, parallels, both dramatic and commercial. Of course, he probably thought, Reds, was a great and entertaining movie when that came out. *YAAAAWN*

Simon is a Hollywood guy (or at least more of a Hollywood guy than most conservatives) and if he really believes Benghazi would make a good movie then he needs to get off his ass and sell it to Hollywood. I don't want to hear any B.S. from him about how difficult it would be to sell a story with high political drama, terrorists, and an eight hour firefight, and would make piles and piles of money, to the "big studios". Isn't he the one, after all, who has exhorted us to, "Quit bitching and start doing"?

Fluke Takes Center Stage In Front of Billy’s Treehouse In The Back Yard [UPDATE]

On a campaign stop in front of Billy's treehouse in the back yard stumping for the Obama/Biden ticket, Fluke finds positive reception among neighborhood males 13 to 18 for her female contraception mandate stance.

Nah, that's not true, though the truth is naturally funnier than the fiction:

Sandra Fluke, the woman at the center of a media firestorm earlier this year after Rush Limbaugh called her a “slut,” spoke Saturday in front of about 10 people at the Sak ‘N Save in north Reno.

(Emphasis mine, of course.)

This story got me thinking about Jon Lovitz.

A year ago, we wouldn't have been hearing an Obama campaign story this sad and laughably pathetic, and I don't think we would now if not for Jon Lovitz and the chutzpah he diplayed in defying Liberal groupthink and publicly declaring that Emperor Obama's policies have no clothes. I don't know if we would have people like Scott Adams or publications like The Tennessean explicitly endorsing a Republican.

I don't think conservatives can claim Lovitz for their team–once Romney gets into office I'm sure Lovitz will rip into him, as he should–but they need to thank him for exposing the first chink in Obama's hopey-changey racialist armor.

[UPDATE]

Twitchy has the (mostly mocking Conservative) Twitter reaction round-up and The Daily Caller points out that the Reno Gazette-Journal had been promoting her appearance for days. In the era of stupid flash mobs, if you're a nationally known name making an appearence for the president, you've had days of promotional time, and yet you fail to break the dozen attendee mark, then you have to know that there is something seriously wrong. Allow me to suggest that that something has more to do with the candidate than with the professional mooch representing the candidate.

And…

Althouse, with some of her trademark white upper-middle class liberal feminist indignation, asks. "Why should more than 10 people show up at a Sak 'N Save [sic] in Reno to see Sandra Fluke?" First of all, see above. Second of all, her real question/statement is, "Why is she famous?"/"She doesn't deserve to be famous," and the answer to that is: it doesn't matter/so what?

GayPatriot purloins my destiny and I get nothing–NOTHING!–from Karen after all I dunfer her.

Butt Hurt World

You know what? I am in the mood to be no-so-Christian-ly at the moment.

Here is why: grown men are acting like teenage girls… that's why.

I've said it before and I will say it again: if you have to resort to begging, pleading, sulking… in other words throwing a tantrum… to get the attention you crave and the recognition you feel you have coming to you – that you feel you deserve – then you are just completely pathetic.

Seriously. I mean it. It is really unbecoming. And, what's more it makes you appear desperate. And smell desperate.

Two things I don't like among bloggers:

1) those who expect to be st*r fucked

2) those who dream about making it to the Biggs and finally being st*r fucked

3) the criers, whiners, complainers*

* these come in two flavors – the life-as-a-successful-blogger-is-so-difficult and the life-as-an-obscure-blogger-is-so-unfulfilling. I don't know which is worse.

Guess what? It's a big bad f**king world out there… Do us all a favor and grow some balls. I lose more and more respect for you the more you hold your breath.

Oh, and that thing about dedication and sticktoitiveness? Yeah, that's a given. No one deserves anything. No one is owed anything. Damn, I teach my kids that stuff.

Who's the most sincere pumpkin in the patch, Charlie Brown?

You are grown men. Act like it.

UPDATED

— EBL Suggests —-

Hard Knock Life (from Annie!)

[ORPHANS]
It's the hard-knock life for us!
It's the hard-knock life for us!

[ANNIE]
'Steada treated,

[ORPHANS]
We get tricked!

[ANNIE]
'Steada kisses,

[ORPHANS]
We get kicked!

[ALL]
It's the hard-knock life!
Got no folks to speak of, so,
It's the hard-knock row we hoe!

[ANNIE]
Cotton blankets,

[ORPHANS]
'Steada of wool!

[ANNIE]
Empty Bellies

[ORPHANS]
'Steada of full!

[ALL]
It's the hard-knock life!

[ANNIE]
Don't it feel like the wind is always howl'n?

[KATE AND TESSIE]
Don't it seem like there's never any light!

[DUFFY AND JULY]
Once a day, don't you wanna throw the towel in?

[MOLLY AND PEPPER]
It's easier than puttin' up a fight.

[ANNIE]
No one's there when your dreams at night get creepy!
No one cares if you grow…of if you shrink!
No one dries when your eyes get wet an' weepy!

[ALL]
From all the cryin' you would think this place's a sink!
Ohhhh!!!!!!!
Empty belly life!
Rotten smelly life!
Full of sorrow life!
No tomorrow life!

[MOLLY]
Santa Claus we never see

[ANNIE]
Santa Claus, what's that?
Who's he?

[ALL]
No one cares for you a smidge
When you're in an orphanage!

[MOLLY]
(Making a whistling sound and imitating Miss. Hannigan)
You'll stay up till this dump shines
like the top of the Chrysler Building.

[ORPHANS]
Yank the whiskers from her chin
Jab her with a safety Pin
Make her drink a mickey finn
I love you, Miss Hannigan

[MOLLY]
(whistle) Get to work!
(whistle) Strip them beds!
(whistle) I said get to work!

[ALL]
It's the hard-knock life for us
It's the hard-knock life for us
No one cares for you a smidge
When your in an orphanage
It's the hard-knock life
It's the hard-knock life
It's the hard-knock life!