Unwilling Nature Of The Left To Listen

I've got two friends who are both from Illinois and both Leftists.
They both also have VERY irresponsible parents. Both of them are really intelligent but have the inability to process anything else but what is in front of them. By that, I mean...they refuse to hear any other argument that would contrast their own. It's no wonder they don't ask questions or opinions and quite honestly have no interest in humanity. They say they do, and claim Leftist ideas such as "you can't separate parents from their children and starve them to death?!"
No shit dude. America doesn't systemically do that. That's an hysterical woman level talk that is laughable. Also, you can't deny the guy at the head office named Trump, while a jerk, is no different than Obama...who was also a jerk. In his own way. One, admittedly soft shoes his jerkiness, the other can't hide his nuttiness. The truth of the office is that the new Presidency is about popularity based on bluster. I will agree to that.
But the Left don't seem to understand the simple truth, it doesn't fucking matter who is in office. This fucking idiot had the nerve to tell me one could get us all killed with his bluster. How stupid is that?
No, what gets us killed is from the inside. IF I had to argue, Obama's administration stance WAS change from the inside. Yeah, infiltrate and destroy and become one world order. Sound crazy? Yeah, that's as crazy as saying Trump is going to get some country to drop the A-bomb on us. These Leftist tools don't understand, the new world needs nuts. Most countries are probably afraid of him. And the fucking media doesn't help painting comics about them. Not to say they shouldn't be done, but it does tell the rest of the world that America becomes a soft target if images are displayed with him as clown. Obama is the creepy uncle who you had to keep an eye out for. And NOT because he's Black, because the fucking guy is a lawyer and a lifelong politician. He knows how to make you think the way he wants you to think. And he's getting rich off of it now. Infiltrate and destroy within, eh?

The worst part about these two, over anything else, they aren't open minded to anything. Movies...sure. Entertainment...maybe. Mostly not. They're steadfast in their own taste and believe you need a lesson in their higher standards. Vomit as necessary. But it's just for people who claim to be "liberal" they sure hate people. They live in sheltered walls and demand so much. They don't live amongst the people, the live above them. BUT, they still think some of the population are being harassed. Because they sit behind their sheltered walls and watch their CNN. It took a lot of willpower not to laugh at one of the guy's Leftist mothers who is moving here that they sought out one of the nicest apartments in the Long Beach area. And then proceeded to describe the architecture. You think the Guatemalan family whose daughter supposedly was starved to death can come live in your art deco studio? Go fuck yourself.
The point being, live in the dirt. Drive around amongst the people you supposedly want to help or think are oppressed. You really start to see the reality. Instead of in your sound proof air conditioned cars.
And by the way, neither of these two have ever taken the bus in Los Angeles.
Does that surprise you?

"Vice" (2018)

The opening titles tell you how very little they know about Dick Cheney. And then proceed to make shit up about Dick Cheney. I think. I'm really not sure.
The problem with director Adam McKay's follow up to the brilliant "The Big Short" is that he doesn't have any clue what this film is. Nor does he seem to have a filter to how much of a whining liberal he is. Go to his Twitter page and he makes no effort to conceal it.
That said, this is laughably a few steps below a Michael Moore mockumentary. In fact, I'd argue, Moore at least knows the value of irony.
The glaring issue of this film is...we have somewhat of an understanding that the man is...creepy. Like Karl Rove and everyone else McKay chooses to include in the deck of freak show cards. They're White pigs who don't know when to say when at the trough. What he chooses to excise is the Clintons, who fed from the same place. They're rich and creepy as well. I suspect Hollywood would never give any money to someone to make that movie. That person would most likely be dead. In this case, the script is more of a dummy svengali of Bush Jr. (Sam Rockwell) who seemed a tad bit out of his league. No one is safe in McKay's venom. Lynne Cheney (Amy Adams) is painted as an ambitious...housewife. Growing up with an abusive household, this wasn't used to show her own drive for something better in life with Dick but rather to draw a ton of shade, practically victim shaming her portrayal as a harpie who has more to lose in terms of stature. While this may be the impression, it certainly wasn't in fact (remember the opening statements, folks).

Though Christian Bale does an amazing caricature of Cheney, this is a pretty disgusting fat pig image that could've been...Bill Clinton. But McKay decides this is a more interesting topic. He's not. It's driven by agenda to portray the Right as crafty from a long time ago. You give them too much credit to call them stupid, McKay.

What's left is a slimy feel. The issue is that you can portray slimy without making the viewer feel slimy. Unfortunately, McKay adds other characters that seem to be to blame as well. Donald Rumsfeld is ridiculously played by Steve Carell, who the Lefty Hollywood will most likely reward with a nomination. As with the rest of the cast. Seem attacking Right is the new Holocaust film.

In the end, it's all pretty boring anyway. Cheney wasn't an interesting person. He IS a boring person surrounded by interesting things. He may have been a snake, but it's not enough to just pile on bad after bad despite the Jesse Plemmons narration of a character that will make more sense later in the film. That was the coolest thing about this flick. The untrustworthy narrator isn't who you think it is. By then...who cares?

Karen's Hallmark Christmas Carol

The thought of one more Hallmark Holiday movie made Karen Sheakley want to vomit.
"It's the same fucking thing" she groused to her boyfriend Ray "the professional woman has a bad childhood or unattainably good one and learns the spirit of Christmas through something magical"

"Yes" Ray wearily nodded "that is the template of most of these, presumably because they want to sell a card or ornament to lonely cat ladies during these high emotional times." Ray wasn't a psychologist but his tone made Karen want to enroll him for a license.
"Fuck off, Ray" she said raking the fur of the Burmese purring in her lap "you're saying if you weren't here, I'd be watching these with a different perspective?"
Ray rubbed his chin playfully deep in thought. She slapped his arm "Y'see what these movies make MEN think." She clipped the word "men" as if they were the sole producers of such schmaltz.
"Holidays are rough for everyone" Ray seemed to soften "women have a great deal of responsibilities during these times. Gotta make others feel better about being their friends."
"Yes, but these women take on too much"
Ray chose his next words carefully "do you think if they cared less they'd be any happier."
"We'd all be happier if women cared less" she giggled, throwing her feel onto his lap. The Burmese leapt away, eyeballing Ray in retreat.

"You know what I really hate about these movies?" Ray seemed serious.
"Oh what could that be?" Karen rolled her eyes.
"These broads in these movies seem to think they deserve better. See...that dude there --" Ray points to the clean cut man on the flat screen "...professional salesman, has a daughter single father, owns a house in the suburbs...nice place with a garage and a fully stocked kitchen."
"And?" Karen didn't seem to budge.
"And this is the bullshit you guys put together in your head is perfect."
"Yeah."
"Not the ambitious lawyer who drives a nice car and travels for work."
"That guy is never home."
"What you NEVER hear is why he is a single Dad."
"Oh we fill in those blanks. His wife died of some disease."
"Oh yeah, it couldn't be that that fucker stabbed her to death and put her in an oil drum over child custody"
Karen kicks Ray "oh you're mean."
"Because it's the holiday, and snow and lights and the Christmas carols, all of a sudden he's Mr. Right?"
"He's raising his daughter alone!"
"Yeah, girl with no-Mom issues. You know what type that is?"
"Oh this I've got to hear"
"The same one who watches Hallmark Holiday movies on Christmas Eve"
"That's low! You know my Dad didn't murder my Mom. They divorced"
"Yeah, sure."
"Come on!"
"Look at the apartment Karen" Karen looks around at the over-decorated seven-hundred square footage "this is someone who really didn't have a Mom."
"I can visit her any time, Ray. I just choose not to."
"You could make it a Hallmark Holiday moment and take her an ornament" Ray beamed. He'd cornered her.
"Go ahead and smile...she wasn't a kid loving type"
"Though she shoved your fat head through her vag"
"Don't be gross. To be honest, I don't remember much about her."
"Well that would make sense because you don't talk much about her."
"Dad told me she went off to New Mexico with some group. Maybe a commune"
"And that's the story you want to believe?"
"Yeah" Karen stiffened "why wouldn't I?"
"It's the kinda story someone gives you when they don't want you to find them."
Karen turned sour. Silence between them.
"I. Know. Where. She. Is" Karen glowered.
"Hey cool. Just saying" Fun was over.
"If you don't believe me, I'll call her now."
Ray smirked, was she kidding?
"Nah, that's okay"
"You brought it up. Don't you want to speak to her?"
"Um...not really. Not like this"
"You think she's dead"
"I don't"
"You think my Dad killed her."
"No, seriously I don't."
"Well, let's just call her up!"
Karen flipped open her cell and dials...
...ring...ring...ring...
Ray looks at Karen as she returns his stare, wide-eyed...ring...ring...ring...

Merry Christmas! 2018

And to the rest of you Godless heathens, go spit.
Just kidding. Middle East don't have a all lights out celebration for Jesus. Why should they? Unless it's a runway for them to show where to point the hijacked plane. Wow, was that bad form on this day of peace on Earth.

I had a co-worker who is super Christian. And he is sickened by the spirit of Christmas NOT being about Jesus. He has a point. The actual day is about the birth of Jesus. The spirit remains the idea is long gone. His point extended to the fact that in every Christmas movie, it is the sentiment of the past that guide our longing. What the Buddhist would point to as why we suffer. Desire for warmth and family. In my co-worker's mind, the awareness of Jesus Christ requires no feeling of lost love, divorced families, misery, dead family members and so forth. He also mentioned that taking the day off for Christmas is a relatively new thing. He didn't say specifically, but since Charles's Dickens "A Christmas Carol" very few industries wanted to associate themselves with Scrooge, so they offered the day off to assuage their guilt. Or to keep the ghosts at bay.

I say "Merry Christmas" to everyone. I don't give a fuck what religion they are. I'm sure we're going to get a few stories about how a bunch of punk teens screamed it in the face of people with a hijab. Awful fucking teens. I prefer to cowardly do it on a keyboard. But seriously folks, enjoy this time of year because as the world gets a little less hospitable it may be where families fracture as well. Christmas isn't really about Jesus anymore. It's about...well, anticipation and disappointment. As much as you try, it's near impossible to not be sucked up into the machine of anticipation and disappointment.
When I was in college, one of my fondest memories was spending it with my girlfriend's family. Scared as shit, to be honest. Her Dad was a cop turned Fed turned watchful Dad who, as progressive as they were, still had guns and wasn't afraid to let me know that fact. Well, anticipation was that I would get to have sex with her, the disappointment...fuck no in that house (though we did, but it was bad and clumsy and...fuck you I was 22 years old). So Christmas to me is that letdown. And you have to accept it on those terms. I find other holidays much more easy. Thanksgiving and Hallow'een are much more fun. The Spring and Summer ones are lame (I am born in the Spring and find it lame!). So enjoy this holiday with people you want to have fun with rather than people you have to tolerate. Life is too short and the holiday anticipation is too high to fully care what the next drop will be.
I think that's why the older you get, the more you consider Old Man Potter's position in life. That the more friends you have, say George Bailey, the more they take from you. That's the problem, George didn't really have friends, he had neighbors he lent money to
MEEEERRRRY CHRISTMAS!

Penny Marshall R.I.P.

Many people don't realize that Penny was the first woman to break the $100 million dollar box office mark.
She did it three times.

If you've ever listened to either her or her brother Garry, it's a treat. True New Yorkers with that deadpan sense of humor. I actually knew her less as Laverne on "Laverne & Shirley" than I did as a director. Most notably for me, "Big."
Penny seemed to always be...thinking about other things. When I read Garry's autobiography, he seemed to think that Penny wasn't always happy acting. As Italian-Americans (yeah, they aren't Jewish) they had that operatic sense of humor. The type of chuckles that drew light to the obvious. Garry was a master at comedy, though...in a softer landing than say...Albert Brooks.

To a lot of other people...she seemed to be that feminist filmmaker that wasn't really interested in the cause as much as just making something. "A League Of Their Own" has a lot of messages about female values. It didn't hit you over the head with trying to re-write the times, but did give you a sense of the limitations that women faced during those times. It was done with humor instead of today's hammer.

I get the sense that she bored easily, but loved telling stories. Had a great deal of sympathy for actors (as she was one). Not overly ambitious, when it came to pursuing that path (I mean, her brother was the director and unashamedly hired her, fuck your nepotism accusations).

It's too bad her directing career sort of side tracked after a while. I think she was happy just to live in her Hollywood Hills house coming down every once in a while to share a story with podcast/former director Kevin Smith. Their interviews with each other are a fascinating listen.

I also wonder why she wasn't hoisted higher as a female director that broke all types of glass ceilings. Perhaps because she was a little protected. Well, whatever it takes!

Jennifer Lawrence v. Jane Doe v. Harvey Weinstein

"My heart breaks for all the women who were victimized by Harvey Weinstein," Lawrence shared. "I have never had anything but a professional relationship with him. This is yet another example of the predatory tactics and lies that he engaged in to lure countless women."

It seems quite odd that the #MeToo movement has imploded on itself which goes to prove that women can't fucking look out for one another.
The statement above is as a response to Jane Doe yapping that Weinstein bragged he banged Lawrence for juicy roles in movies. If you believe the hairy meatball about keeping people like Mira Sorvino from working, you have to believe the opposite is true.
So what's the point of Jane Doe spilling the beans on her sisterhood? Credibility. And in my own I-told-you-so moment, watch them flee.
The new spin is going to be how much more of victim Lawrence is now. Her PR people are fucking stupid. The more they protect the truth the worse it's going to get. Lawrence's statement should've been
"In my youth I also became a part of the machine that allowed women to be hurt or as my business was, I was told that this was the path to how many others have became indelible in cinema. Grossly ashamed in hindsight that I did not see a better path nor did I get a better opportunity to succeed. I won't blame others for what the decided at the same crossroads to my own failure to shed light on a business that preys on young women. Is that to admit we are the weaker sex? In this instance I'd say I conquered the beast to achieve what was needed. In the wake of the women who took a higher road and sacrificed themselves and their careers, I am so much more in awe of you. I must live with the fact that I lack that strength that robbed me of dignity, but for which my success is now tarnished."
Then if I were her, I'd disappear.

Admit, quit and be re-born a decade later. It will work.

Sandra Locke R.I.P.

Very little was said when former Clint Eastwood ingenue passed away. Not much call for mass (phony) condolences. Very few probably even knew her.
I read her biography which, let's face it, if it weren't for Clint Eastwood, she'd not have gotten the opportunities she'd gotten. A willowly blonde that practically haunted all of the late 60's via Cybil Sheperd or Twiggy, she seemed to have just enough of the right features to be fine in Hollywood (in the 60's, girls who looked like hippie free love seemed to permeate the screen), since "Easy Rider" blasted the more mature stately woman. Girlish waifs became pretty popular. And at that point most studios were failing, so why not give the people what they wanted.

Much of her book was dedicated to her career post Eastwood. Which didn't seem like much. It seemed, perhaps too presumptuous of me to say, that she felt a little sidetracked by Eastwood's steady climb to stardom that put the brakes on her own acting. Consider she IS an Academy Award nominated actress in "The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter." Afterwards, she did appear in many of Eastwood's honky tonk flicks he was so earnest to make.

I think the role I most remember her for is "The Gauntlet." This is an incredibly underrated film, probably because it was Eastwood playing a cop but he wasn't playing Dirty Harry. In this case, he was a washed out drunken cop who was assigned to drag a hooker to testify against a high profile government official (guess who the hooker was). In the film, Locke played a really tough cookie. Able to zing Eastwood better than most. She took a lot of verbal assaults as well (something tells me, most of Eastwood's films are about how he did his family wrong or his disposable attitude towards women, though they still love him). "The Gauntlet" is essentially a duo "Warriors" flick that has them being attacked as they try to get to trial. Wonderful stuff.

Anyway, though brief was her career (all things considered for importance), I think she is part of cinema history.

The Film Snob Part 2...

"What's your name?"
"Gary"
"You in film school?"
"Last year, sir."
The Director rubbed his beard. He took a bite of the danish "yeah, most film students get these things. Know the references."
Gary smiled. Finally someone who understood.
"You know, Gary...I did a short film back when I just finished school. It won an award, and some putz in the high chair saw it because his son went to the same school as me. And he had to go to the screenings. The guy was some big cheese at the studio. He liked what I did. Asked me if I had a script."
"Yes, sir! I read all about it in 'Premiere' magazine."
The Director chewed thoughtfully "you have to have a script. Script is everything."
"Oh, I'm with you."
"These assholes wouldn't know Godard from Fassbinder"
"They sure wouldn't" Gary was gaining momentum.
"Yeah, that's a Godard line. In French it obviously sounds different. Glad you spotted it."
"Thank you!"
"Thing is, Gary, is it?"
"Uh-huh" something grew cold in the room
"There are film fans and film makers"
Gary looked puzzled. Unsure what to say.
"Film fans spend an entire lifetime studying film but don't know shit about making 'em."
"I see."
"Do you, Gary?"
Gary took a moment. More glad that the Director didn't seem much in a hurry to leave.
"And I had a feature script ready" The Director beamed.
Gary smiled excitedly "Oh I've written four feature screenplays. Yep, I read all about it. Always write and write and write" Gary seemed to be rattling
"Easy kid, I'm sure you are a great student. And have that ambition."
"I do" Gary spat out
"I was invited to the studio after he saw my film. That place was huge" The Director seemed wistful. A glimmer of...nostalgia.
"...script in hand. I knew I could pitch this fucker." Gary was truly excited now.
The Director took another bite of his danish "...and I pitched the shit out of it."
"I'm sure you killed it."
The Director smiled and nodded "even at that age, I certainly was good at tap dancing. Knew he couldn't say 'no' Boy was he impressed."
"That was the first feature you ever made?" Gary knew the film. It was in all the trades. The wonderkid who landed his first feature. The new Orson Welles"
"Well sure kid, then the producer, my classmates Pop stood up, thought he was gonna shake my hand, unzipped his pants and told me to suck his cock."
Gary paused. Did he hear what he thought he heard. He thought he may have been staring for too long.
"What?"
"The faggot wanted me to suck his cock."
Gary took a step back. Unsure.
"After I a moment, I did. Then he fucked my ass."
The Director must've saw the ghastly expression on Gary's face. Offered a weak smile "you wanna be a film fan or a film maker. Thanks for the danish, kid."
The Director disappeared back into the darkness.
Heidi, watching the figure move away, quickly scrambled to Gary.
"What did he tell you? Shit, he spent a lot of time. Must've been really impressed by you."
Still stunned Gary stood silent. A beat too long for Heidi to bear "Well?!"
"He told me he's willing to read my script."

"Ready to roll. Last looks!" cried the fat assistant director "roll sound...roll camera...Action!"

The Film Snob...

"Have they ever watched a film before?!" hissed Gary. He was in his last years of college, interning as a production assistant on a low budget film. Gary leaned on a c-stand as he edged towards Heidi, the cute make-up girl. "I mean, shit...this stuff is so fucking banal"
"Gary!" she gasped "you shouldn't say those things out loud."
"Ah, you're one of them"
"One of them?" she seemed confused.
"Yeah, like they recycle a bunch of shit, and you think it's all new. Why I could tell you--"

"Ready to roll. Last looks!" cried the fat assistant director. Gary dummied up.
"Roll sound...roll camera...Action!" the AD bellowed.
The scene was shot.
Gary continued "Y'see? What that actor did was ripped off of Godard."
Heidi's face contorted "Gah...who?"
"Godard!" Gary nearly choked "You don't know Godard?! Jean-Luc"
"No. Friend of yours?"
"Don't be funny. He was part of the French New Wave cinema. His work is influencing these assholes today. These nitwit writers stole that line we just heard. So fucking sick of it."
"Well, if he's French, does it matter?" Heidi smiled.
"Yes! It matters. They flat out steal and think they're original, and fuck...they need to be called out."
"You gonna say something?" she smirked, enjoying his anger.
"I'll wait until I see the Director. Maybe bring it up. Like 'French New Wave fan huh?"
"You sure you want to do that?"
"Yeah, someone has to!"
"Oh shit, I have to go. Being called." Heidi disappeared into the darkness.

The house lights come up, many of the crew mull about, resetting lights. A tall Man with thick glasses and a grizzled beard heads over to craft services. He eyes the donut. Gary spots him, and brightens. He sidles up to the man.
"How about a danish?"
The man looked surprised. "You scared me, kid. Sure, a danish is fine." Gary handed the man a danish and a paper towel.
"French New Wave fan, are we?"
The Man paused. Looked up from underneath his sweaty production cap...

Kevin Hart, Ex-Academy Emcee

This gig probably sucks to high heaven, at this point. Comedian Kevin Hart was asked to apologize about his standup routing near 10 years ago making light of how he would bust his son's head if he came out as gay. Of course, the Velvet Mafia can't stand for that. So they gave him an ultimatum, issue and apology or we'll dump you. He did the most extraordinary thing...he quit. THEN issued an apology.
I've a gay associate who took me to task about his apology. He stated that he would feel awful and would do his best to fix the hurtful statements he made (as a comedian). I think he's a hysterical dramatist who thinks people would accept this. Nope. IT IS NEVER ENOUGH. What my friend doesn't understand is, the statements aren't the issue, it's the fact that he doesn't change because you ruin his career (or whatever). He did fine. In fact, excelled after 2008 (to my dismay). I've never found Kevin Hart funny, nor the bit about beating the gay out of his son. You know who did? Black people. What people truly haven't grasp and where the confusion comes in, and what I can only credit Larry Elderd about is this...Black people share more with Conservative values than with the Left. Think about how much community means to the Blacks, in their churches, in their neighborhoods, in every facet of life. Much more than I've seen in Whites. They are super religious. The reason Obama didn't want gay marriage is because he wanted their vote. Does that sound like a Liberal stance? They're against abortion. It's not God's will. Somehow, the Democrats got into their mind that they're are the victims of oppression. That was the point wasn't it? To subjugate the Black community to say that they have always been the downtrodden while offering no real solution. They build low income urban housing...victim. Free clinics...victim. Door to door welfare was Lyndon Johnson thing. They desperately want the Black community to be at their mercy. Which is why they celebrate single parent household. Why? So they can fleece them. Obama, bless his dumb heart, was a puppet. He knew how they reacted. See a Black Democrat, the Democrats are good to them. That's dumb. That's like me wanting to live in an all Asian community because I want the fire department to look like me. Democrats knew. That's why Hillary lost. She couldn't sustain the "deplorable" states that were Black.
Back to Kevin Hart...

...I'm glad he stood his ground against these fucking hypocritical homos. They think because he says these things, he must be homophobic. That's laughable, because I could never imagine him willingly discriminate against anyone. Not because he's Black and feels sympathy, but because he is a family man (conservative). The traditional family dynamic is mother and father. Sorry, gays...that's how children are procreated. Not in some fucking lab.

But I get that they are trendy. And fun. And boozy. And have shiny rich stuff. Whilst most of the rest of the country wakes up and works, most of these celebs think very little about the common man. They wake to attempt to make some difference in their agenda (whatever that may be). Their pushback is...uh...what? We Hate Trump? This is why most Americans support Kevin Hart. Remember when Dave Chapelle took off from Comedy Central when they offered him $52 million to stay for his show. His principles wouldn't allow him to take money from White folk who didn't laugh the right way at his skits. You admired these principles then. Most thought he was nuts, but it made you wonder why. I don't think Kevin Hart is going to dance for anyone. Good for him!

George H.W. Bush

I was in high school when President 41 was in office. I really had no idea who he was or what he represented, but it's really weird to know he's no longer with here...with the living.

I still know very little about it other than he had a funeral where all the living Presidents of The United States showed up. It's a tradition, I guess. So the press decided to keep their eyes stuck on how present President Trump would be treated. As predicted, he didn't seem welcomed. Nor do I think he should be. As the LEAST Presidential and, thus least political, it is weird to see him there pretending like he gave a fuck. I'm sure it was all for show, but it wasn't even worth the show. Considering Bill Clinton and Hillary were there as well. A lot of bad blood, shit slinging has happened prior to this, and I doubt anyone thought they'd ever have to be in the room together. President Barack Obama and Michelle were there too. And, of course, our press loves these two like they were relatives. I think George Sr. seemed to look the most like a President from the old days. White, grey and sharp WASPY nose. The next closest was Clinton. Though he looked more like a President's distant cousin. And Trump looked like Clinton's brother-in-law he hates.

I didn't watch any of the proceedings. I'm sure it was nice. Bush Sr. seems to be the last of a former generation of politics behind closed doors (he DID run the C.I.A.). Where we didn't have so much fucking news or Tweets or social media. It seemed so much more quaint now that I think about it. I think had he been President now, he'd be resented as much as Trump is. He just isn't as cool as Obama or Clinton. But, let's be honest, who wants a cool President.

Kareem Hunt Smacked A Bitch

News cherry picks its stories.
"White Cop Kills Unarmed Black Man"
of course they'd never plaster " Star Black Running Back Beat Drunken White Girl" I mean...that would be racist.
So, a 19 year old was asked to leave their hotel after they crashed a party and they just didn't want them there. In the video he pushes a White chick around...

Leave it to TMZ to break the news and not...you know...the NFL who had the video since February.
Now drunken bitches are drunken bitches and, to be perfectly honest, I don't think Hunt did that much damage. Not like Ray Rice blasting his wife...yes WIFE in the face. The outrage is due to a few things...he's a big burly football player. And also, they tried to bury this story as the Kansas City Chiefs are making an incredible run to the Super Bowl. They're really good. A LOT of that is because of Hunt.
I'm not sure how you're really suppose to treat drunk bitches. Women who are bad drunks are uncontrollable. Actually, Hunt's party did the right thing. Once they figured a 19 year old girl was at their party, they tried to kick her out. Then she called them n-words. I guess, woman trumps being called n-word.

I attempted to drink with my 19 year old neighbor a while back. I am no match. Frankly, I should've delivered a Ray Rice to this chick.

But let's get to the nitty gritty...and the cruel facts...as a woman...don't make like you want to fight, because some dudes will take you up on it.
So you know...this chick MARRIED Ray Rice. Only a matter of time.