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You know, it bothers me that I know who Lindsay Lohan is and that I have an opinion on her. Since I remember what Elizabeth Taylor looked like in National Velvet and in Ivanhoe as well as in Cleopatra, I have some problems getting my head around the idea that she could play Ms. Taylor-Somebody-Fisher-Burton-Somebody-Burton-Somebody-Somebody. She shares a bit of the back story, but Disney seems a less paternal organization than MGM, and Lohan is not quite the lady or woman that Taylor was.
Now, I saw movies with Taylor. I've probably seen Cleopatra three times, and Ivanhoe about 6, and Christ only knows how many times I've been around one of the women in my life -- sister, wife, signficant other -- where National Velvet was going on n the background. I saw Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolfe? about three times. I have never seen a Lindsay Lohan anything. But, I know almost as much about Ms Lohan -- in some respects, more -- than I know about Taylor. I care a lot less, but there it is...
Thing is, Lohan looks as bad at 26 and change as Taylor did in full shrew appearance in Viginia Wolfe...So, she starts with less and decays more rapidly and now is going for the gold medal as whore-skank-B-Actress. Which, when I found myself looking at the HUFFPO thing that discusses her dress, I realized that my life is effectively ruled by media. In many cases, by media I don't care at all about and subjects of negative value -- seriously, every second devoted to Lindsay Lohan awareness minus critical thinking is a needless sacrifice of synapse and judgement. Lohan isn't alone in this horrid state of seige-- I know what a Kardashian is. I know who Russell Brand is; I am conscious that there is a thing called Honey Boo-Boo which should be but probably isn't a rip off of Yogi Bear's little buddy. This distrubs me. I know and follow Henri the Existentialist Cat on Twitter; I follow That Fucking Cat @TheFuckingCat on Twitter. They both are far more interesting and intelligent than any Kardashian or Lindsay Lohan.
You know who else I don't understand being conscious of in the media? John McCain. Seriously, if Lindsay Graham...err...ah, yeah ... Lohan is a meaningless media overload, what the hell is he? McCain is a like a fine cheese left in the sun too long...aged to old, looks awful, tasteless to awful and crazy to contemplate. So, why does the media pay attention to him and his deranged nonsense? And, why do any of us owe it credence?
In 2000, he had his finest hour; by 2008 he was reaching Bob Dole levels of irrelevance which made him the perfect Republican nominee and then he picked someone more obnoxious than a cross-bred Kardasian-Lohan as a running mate. He has been babbling nonsense since 2008; and, now he's decided that the UN ambassador is the logical candidate for destruction in the aftermath of a tragedy that was no one's fault -- except a congress that forced stupid cuts in things like embassy security and staffing by paid security guards instead of Marines. Dipshits like Paul Ryan, John Boehner and Mitch McConnell and McCain's beloved right wing lunatics.
What the hell? If the two most famous prisoners of war in Vietnam were were Senator McCain and Admiral Stockdale, I find it intriguing that McCain has never to my knowledge acknowledged Stockdale's leadership by example or that in reading Stockdale's writings, I can't find anything on McCain. The omission is troubling.
While I admire Ambassador Rice's willingness to discuss the issues with McCain and her spirit in politely saying that he's been misinformed, I don't think that he'll be willing to sit down and talk with her. McCain is officially at the "Old Man Yelling At Clouds" level of coherence and relevance and here we go.
"I can see your face now in the FBI file/ it don't look pretty and I don't like the shape of your mind..."
Mick Jagger/Keith Richard