Courage in Hollywood

You know, I never disliked Christopher Reeves until watching one of his appearances where they wheeled him out to a standing ovation (with all of those Hollywood emotional types grimacing along) so he could tell the world to "vote democratic." I never gave him much thought until then. Previously I had just written him off as a B actor who had a terrible accident. But, once he started his second career as Supercreep, it was a different story. He was one of the few people that I thought, upon hearing of his death, "well, that's some good news. We'll have a brief flurry of afterglow, and then his pernicious influence will fade." Of course his widow got the afterglow happening again, for all of three days, but they are dead and gone, and the proper response to their passing undoubtedly is, "I hope they repented."

While he was alive he seemed the poster child for what Hollywood calls "bravery." Saying that AIDS is bad is also Hollywood Bravery, and you can wear little colored ribbons to show your solidarity with bravery. It is a mighty courageous act.

Now, if these people had any idea of what I have in store for them under the Keilholtz Dictatorship, then I suppose these stances would be courageous. Stupid, but courageous.

Most of the public seems to go along with this nonsense, so I was rather pleased to read this article.

You want courage? Tell your liberal friends that money spent on AIDS research is a waste of time, and at this point of the disease, almost anyone who gets it is simply getting the consequences of their behavior.

It is true and fun, and you will be surprised, after a few stock expressions of horror, and lame attempts at argument, many will probably agree with you, particularly if they are involved in the arts and are sick and tired of the disproportionate amount of energy that goes into AIDS-related projects.

I even had one leftist friend (an old-time pre-sexual politics leftist who really has an axe to grind against the homosexualists), agree and go beyond even my own modest proposals of how to deal with the issue.

There are two things that I admire about Castro: his dislike of the Kennedy clan and his AIDS/Sexual Deviance policy (related, perhaps? I have always thought JFK to be a little girly).

Or mention that the Abrahan Lincoln Brigade were Commie slimebats who should have all been buried in the mud of the Ebro. In fact, I would pay good money to see a film about a little group of sexual deviants in the Abraham Lincoln Brigade terrorizing the Spanish countryside, only to get theirs when a young Galician General blasts them back to the pits from which they climbed. We could call our little film "Courage on the Rio Ebro".