In the past day, fate has attempted to distract me from my gloomy family situation in two ways. One was highly palatable…the other was disgusting.
I went to see Brokeback Mountain today…and I was rewarded with a story about the raw, intense, torturous, tragic power of love. I watched Heath Ledger give the most astonishingly bleak, heart-aching, human performance I have ever seen on the silver screen. I’m not in the best of shape to give this movie a proper review, but suffice to say, I went…I saw…I cried.
And a note to all bigots and intellectual morons: if the only way you can summarize this work of art is to call it the gay cowboy film, get the hell out of my face! The Conservative Party of Canada is looking for people like you to swell it’s numbers – the U.S. Republican Party is now full.
Continuing on the subject of the loony and the prejudicial, The 700 Club’s Pat Roberston opened his yawning chasm of a mouth today, and proclaimed that Prime Minister Ariel Sharon of Israel was struck down by a stroke due to his attempt to divide God’s land!
First of all, God isn’t a real estate agent.
Second…please find a seat, Mr. Robertson. The short bus to hell is leaving momentarily, and we’ve all pitched in to buy you a ticket!
