I'm Curious

Why is it that, if you go from some nudie type profession to one where you keep your duds on, it’s assumed (or at least stated) that you’re now “making an honest living?”

Seen in the LA Times yesterday – a column on the Inept Tangerine Terror’s ex-valet (“lawyer”) and that pesky tape.

As for so many of us, journalism seemed like a chance for McDougal to make an honest, fully-clothed living. 

What’s so  dishonest about getting paid to be nekkid? Hmmmmm? Seems to me, though the Racist Lie Machine keeps his clothes on (and thank Bast BIG TIME for that!) he’s a zillion light years from honorable, forthright and true (duh!)

And this, Putin’s Poodle’s lawyer made a recording of the convo where they discussed tricking the skin mag model gal-pal into believing the National Enquirer was gonna print her story.

This, the tape, brings a movie scene to mind which I, sadly, can’t find a you tube clip of.

The flick? Thunderheart. An FBI agent, Ray Levoi (Val Kilmer), is sent to investigate murders on a reservation in South Dakota. What he finds is a big corporate asshole conspiracy to steal land. His FBI partner, Frank Coutelle (played scary/creepy brill by Sam Shepard) on this case is in this savage scam deep.

In the BIG it-all-comes-to-a-head-here scene, our hero, has been cornered in a canyon with no outlet. Just as he’s about to be gunned down by his crooked, cold-blooded partner, all the residents of the rez appear above, like guardian angels on the canyon wall. Witnesses! Ray holds up a mini recorder and hits play. It’s Frank talking openly about the land swindle, the water poisoning and the murder which he’d perfidiously pinned on an AIM activist (who was then conveniently offed)

The damning recording ends, Frank’s outnumbered and exposed in front of a hundred watchers. Ray, fist up to the sky, repeats his partner's oft-given advice:

“Remember Frank, always get tape!”

The jig, she is up.

GOT to find that flick. LOVED it! Of course I did. I’m a complete sucker for underdogs winning, humanity and heroism blooming in unexpected places, justice coming to the oppressed and happy endings. This movie has it all PLUS Graham Greene and JOHN-fucking-TRUDELL!

Back at the Orange Obscenity and his many affairs though – his cult sure doesn’t care about his gross infidelities. The Rabid Religious Right don’t give a good goddamn. And neither gives a shit that he’s a lying sack of beserker weasel cum. Why not? Because he hates the same people (hint – brown folk, people not born in a money patch and *gasp, horror* us uppity wimmins!) and is in a position to squash us all and put us down in the dirt begging for scraps, praising them all for not beating us up TOO much.

Cohen’s tape is important though. This isn’t just about covering up an affair.

If they talked about this, there is no telling what else they talked about and what else Cohen, who appears increasingly anxious to cooperate with authorities, might be able to spill — that is not already on tape. (source)

Back at the honest woman bullshit – McDougal and Daniels can be scrupulously honest AND naked at the same damn time. They both however have shown execrable taste in bed partners. McDougal more so as her affair with the Fat Fraud went on for 10 months. Possibly she was in it for the bucks – hoping to fuck her way to millionaire, fourth wife-hood?

Daniels, on the other hand, was a one off and, don’cha know, we’ve all got a I-can’t-believe-I-fucked-THAT in our closets.