Showing posts with label Golden Globes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Golden Globes. Show all posts

Monday, January 08, 2018

The Golden Globes Sounded Like a Porno Movie So I Watched Shane on Encore Western

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I  guess I missed it.  NBC proclaimed Oprah the winner of the 2020 Presidential Elections!

Gee, and people think that the media is really fouled up.

Well, I read about Oprah's soaring rhetoric this morning in the Sun Times - the always hysterical gate-crashing, mouth-breather  Richard Roeper:

Oprah for president!
This was one of Winfrey’s finest moments, in ways big and small. “I want all the girls watching here to know that a new day is on the horizon!” she exclaimed.
She personally thanked the legendary TV exec Dennis Swanson, who hired her to host a show called “A.M. Chicago,” which eventually became “The Oprah Winfrey Show.” Such a classy gesture.
She said: “We all know the press is under siege these days, but we also know that it is the insatiable dedication to uncovering the absolute truth that keeps us from turning a blind eye to corruption and to injustice. … I value the press more than ever before …”
 . . .
And she said these words that should be etched in stone:
"I want tonight to express gratitude to all the women who have endured years of abuse and assault, because they — like my mother — had children to feed and bills to pay and dreams to pursue. They’re the women whose names we’ll never know. They are domestic workers and farm workers; they are working in factories and they work in restaurants, and they’re in academia and engineering and medicine and science; they’re part of the world of tech and politics and business; they’re our athletes in the Olympics and they’re our soldiers in the military … "

And I asked myself, " What if there were only one emoji?  Hmmmmm????

I thought The Golden Globes was a '70's soft-core porn epic starring Debra Messing and Rip Taylor.

What do I know.  I watched Alan Ladd and Van Heflin take on a huge-ass tree stump, a gang of cattle barons who hate stump-jumpers in an epic bar room brawl and then each other, leaving Allan Ladd to ride endlessly back to town make Jack Palance eat lead.



Our Next President?  Shane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Please, Come Back!!!!!!!!!!!!