Michelle-Antoinette

UPDATE 12/4/24: Poor George Clooney must have been positively high as a kite, living out his fantasy of being a bigtime political operative and Barack’s BFF. Sadly for him, he now finds himself bitten bigtime in the ass, set up to take the rap for the whole Kamala fiasco.

Happier days, close confidantes, bosom-buddy collaborators and colleagues on Big Things!

UPDATE 11/14/24: Hair on fire, dresses blowing over their heads, shrieks fill the air as Dems rush about frantically, desperate to point fingers and lay blame, make excuses while overlooking the simple solution of looking into the mirror to find all guilty parties. A pompous poseur like anointed VIP, Obama buddy and comically self-important Dem Party mover & shaker George Clooney suddenly finds himself tapped as the Dom Dem Dunce behind the far-sighted, crafty coup replacing the demented old man with the even less palatable giggly Kackler.

Fools and dinosaurs too cushioned and spoiled by the excesses of privilege to know any better.

UPDATE 7/17/24: Reputedly-gorgeous George is the ugly quintessence of arrogance: The One, The Messenger, A Big Blow-Dried Zero tapped undoubtedly by his pal Barack to deliver the bad news to shelf-life-expired Joe. The two of them are to normal eyes simply self-appointed gods living within an imagined, protective bubble long since burst. They still wield power, but factual information being as available as it is nowadays, the Gigantic Pink Slip due all frauds of this magnitude must eventually be delivered.

Since when does a ridiculously overpaid/overpraised Hollywood toady speak without my permission? 

UPDATE 6/15/24: Julia (Roberts), Jimmy (Kimmel), George & Amal (that’s the Clooneys to you clods not quite up to Radical Chic speed!) are throwing a Tinsel Town fundraiser for Jiggly Joe, and a naughty artist named “Sabo” is plastering LA with reminders of just how all that money and fame and celebrity and influence results in nothing of value other than a thimble-full of virtue-signaling self-worship for a lot of bored, empty-headed millionaires. But it’s greatly entertaining for those of us looking way down the outhouse hole at these pampered, useless morons.

Sabo salutes New Woke Hollywood!

A reference to Daddy Joe and his shower mate/daughter Ashley.

You too can be a rich, glamorous, bomb-throwing anti-Semite, even in a town full of Jews!!

Sometimes, class does indeed skip a generation. 

UPDATE 10/24/17: Yet another 4H member: Harvey’s Hateful Hollywood Hypocrites. Of course he had no idea. He didn’t know nuthin’.

UPDATE 7/7/17: Spoiled Georgie’s hypocrisy reaches new heights as immigrant “luvvies” George and Amal declare overrun Great Britain not safe enough for his precious family. When one has money and celebrity like George, one can cheer Open Borders and uncontrolled immigration from the safety of bunkers in luxury spots all over the globe. Meanwhile, those of lesser means must suffer the consequences.

UPDATE 7/13/16 Now that George’s much-beloved riff-raff have reached the plush shores of Lake Como, exactly how wide are George’s fancy doors and bleeding heart being flung open?

ORIGINAL POST 3/17/16: A severely pampered actor braves the slings and arrows of fascist America and courageously declares publicly, openly, without shame… “I am a Liberal. There I said it!” Remembered unfondly in these quarters for his illiberal but predictably cruel Liberal remarks about Charlton Heston’s Alzheimer’s, George thinks free speech for people who disagree with him is a bit of a bother. He also finds himself in fashionable company damning the Super Rich and large capitalist corporations. Meanwhile, he hangs out with the Super Rich including heads of large capitalist corporations and raises Big Money for his favorite Big Government monopolistic politician.

To round out his Serious Person resume, Clooney has had himself arrested on behalf of starving Africans to be “on the right side of history…” and of the cameras. Where have we heard that empty (and false) meme before?

Another hypocritical twist to George’s selective outrage for the unfortunate: vocal condemnation of both European and American governments dealing with the ugly realities of uncontrolled migrant invasion that is both unmanageable and dangerous. Behold, a dues-paying member of the Radical Chic Society of Celeb Luvvies, all moral paragons proclaiming “Let them in! This is not who we are!” In George’s case, he even establishes an empathic bond between himself and the currently chic wretched refuse tempest-tost by invoking the sad plight of his ragged Irish forbears arriving in America. Across five generations between steerage and movie stardom, somehow, he really, really feels their pain.

But like his fellow luvvies, talk is cheap, even if his real estate assets are not: the number of sprawling, hyper-luxurious homes George and his activist-lawyer wife own: Five. The number of immigrants he’s volunteered to house/feed/clothe/educate/support? Zero. The old Liberal mantra: “Let someone else take care of it. There I said it!”

As Charlton Heston’s representative said of George (referring to his much admired Aunt Rosemary), “Sometimes class does skip a generation.”