Before we even get into this, please understand that I am not a political enthusiast.

Partisanship, for me, is largely a source of comedy and a grim look into the minds of the fools we elect in an attempt to lead planet Earth.

Yet, as a wise man once intoned, “Who’s the more foolish: the fool or the fool who follows him?”

Everybody Look What’s Goin’ Down

I wrote the first Snakes article because I couldn’t imagine myself or my kids being in the same position that some of these child actors and actresses find themselves, vis-a-vis an erect dick in their face.

Where the hell are their parents in all of it?

The second Snakes article was an attempt to look into the behavior of a person that would put that erect dick into the face of a child, spurred by Quentin Tarantino’s defense of Roman Polanski.

Now that some of the dust has settled and humanity’s mind is consumed with whom The Donald was fucking and what Meghan Markle wore to go running around London, I thought it would be of interest to note what happened to former Hollywood heavyweights, such as Harvey Weinstein and Kevin Spacey.

Not in the sense of “where are they now?” I couldn’t care less where Harvey and Kevin are now, nor what they’re doing. Same goes for all the perverts that find themselves in the same boat.

I am more interested in the process by which these folks were removed from Hollywood and disposed of, almost as if by a complicated-but-steady surgical process, followed by a lengthy follow-up treatment.

Harvey Weinstein and Rose McGowan
Harvey! Red means STOP!

Sexual predators in Hollywood, in addition to being devious reptiles, are also a deep-rooted cancer therein. Clearly, they are dangerous, both to human decency and box office returns.

Let’s take a look at how these cancerous growths were removed from the entertainment organism and the follow-up treatment designed to save face.

Mad Libs

Perhaps you’re wondering why I am referring to Hollywood as a fascist organism or creature. Perhaps you’re not. Either way, I feel it is important to explain why I now see Hollywood, and the entertainment industry at large, in this manner.

Hollywood (and the “Entertainment Industry”) is the spewing, salivating mouth of a Fascist, Liberal, Left-Wing creature.

That’s not an original thought, merely something that stood out to me as I was researching this piece.

Understood? Clear as mud? OK, then. Let’s dig a little bit deeper.

Spin The Tail Off The Donkey

In their crusade against boogeymen like The Donald, or anyone else who would spread “hate” instead of free love, the Liberal Left and its army of foot soldiers (your garden variety Social Justice Warriors, trained in liberal universities) have done a nifty job of hiding their fascist history and racist past. They’ve also successfully projected, via their input into mass media, those same hateful attributes on to Right-Wing folks.

It’s easy now for the Left to play a game of point-the-finger at the Right-Wing, accusing them of flirting with fascism and a “Supreme State” of government.

Wolf Blitzer
The power of Wolf compels you! The power of Wolf compels you!

Yet the Left conveniently, or selectively, has forgotten its own history. Don’t believe me?

Look it up and decide for yourselves:

  • Andrew Jackson and his track record with Native Americans
  • Franklin Delano Roosevelt and his admiration of Benito Mussolini
  • John F. Kennedy and the Peace Corps

Now in the US we are witness to Bernie Sanders and Elizabeth Warren, with his proposed tax plan and her vision of controlling oil subsidies.

Northward, the Canadian government introduced a law that would make a criminal offense of inappropriately using gender pronouns like he and she.

Control of your money. Control of your industries. Control of your speech. All in the name of advancing humanity through direction of The Supreme State.

Who’s a fascist now?

What Is Fascism? Mamma Mia!

In researching this article, I became acquainted with a historical figure named Giovanni Gentile. Close pals with Benito Mussolini, Gentile declared himself to be the “Philosopher of Fascism” in which:

  • There is a centralized State, which speaks for the people and is the ultimate agent of a “living” societal organism, made up of individuals;
  • The State encompasses everything. The government is supreme and all citizens must move and live to the will of The State;
  • Nothing exists outside of The State. The State should be a world-governing system, and again, all people exist to serve it;
  • The State is sovereign. It cannot and shall not be attacked, the implication being that dissenters will be dealt with.

Sound familiar?

Giovanni Gentile
“Dude, where’s my cause?” Gentile ponders the future.

I’m condensing this in the extreme, of course, but you are welcome to look this guy up and determine how this line of thinking asserts itself.

It’s Alive… It’s ALIVE!

So there you have your living, moving, thinking, fascist organism. A creature, if you will.

As I’ve said before, this creature has a mouth named Hollywood and that mouth is rotting with an aggressive cancer named sexual assault.

Hollywood declares, “This will not stand, y’know? This aggression will not stand, man!”

A Dread Diagnosis

Please also understand that I am in no way trying to be flippant with the term cancer. It is a devastating disease and I would never poke fun at it. At the age of nine, my wife lost her mother to breast cancer and that experience is still a dominant theme in her life’s story. It’s horrible stuff and I understand that.

I am merely using cancer as an example of the systematic destruction of a being’s body and the need to immediately and decisively remedy that destruction, if the body hopes to survive.

Crash Course In Blame Surgery

If a doctor were to tell me that I have cancer, the first thing I would ask is, “Can you operate? Cut it out of me and stop it from spreading.”

This type of surgery is known as resection.

The entire cancerous growth and a margin of healthy tissue surrounding it are surgically removed. The healthy tissue is removed to ensure that no, or few, cancer cells are left in the body.

The ease or difficulty of the resection depends greatly on the location and size of the cancerous growth.

Cancer cells
“I’d rather face ten guys with shivs than something I can’t see.” ~ Paulie Walnuts, The Sopranos

This brings us to folks like Harvey Weinstein and Kevin Spacey. How were they removed from the body that they served, once they were identified as destructive little knobs?

Let’s look at each surgical step:

  • Weinstein was cut from The Weinstein Company’s board of directors;
  • Spacey’s hit Netflix series, House of Cards, was immediately halted, and continued without him;
  • Weinstein was ousted from the Producers Guild of America;
  • A planned Gore Vidal biopic starring Spacey, set to be released by Netflix, was canceled, and Netflix severed all ties with him;
  • The Academy of Television Arts and Sciences stripped Weinstein of his membership;
  • Spacey’s whole contribution to the movie All the Money in the World was cut and Christopher Plummer replaced him in reshoots.

As anyone who has fought cancer knows, resection may only be the beginning of a long road of treatment. Hollywood had only taken the necessary first steps in the fight against this foe.

Chemotherapy Tonight

By and large, Mr. and Mrs. John Q. Public don’t know what the Producers Guild of America is, nor do they care. Likewise, re-shoots. Huh? What?

In the scope of an average movie-goer, cancerous little blobs like Weinstein and Spacey could be ousted from every entertainment organization in the world and it wouldn’t make any difference. The average movie-goer would likely choose to avoid spending their money on any products bearing the name of a hated evildoer like Harvey and Kevin.

What’s a movie-making creature to do? How can it further distance itself from the cancer that could kill its profits?

The answer: target those cancer cells repeatedly and decisively.

Chemotherapy is sometimes a follow-up treatment to tumor resection. Anti-cancer chemical substances are repeatedly administered to a body on a scheduled basis, in hopes that cancer cell division will be halted or slowed.

Meet your entertainment chemotherapists:

Entertainment Tonight
We’re not doctors, but we’re sexy and vapid enough to play them on TV.

Tune in tonight, America, to see where Harvey was spotted eating dinner before he was chased away by a good citizen!

What’s Kevin Spacey doing for money? Maybe he’s selling his summer home! Tune in tonight and find out the bargain-basement price tag he’s being forced to accept!

This kind of programming is designed to beat the average entertainment fan over the head with useless info, until at last the pre-approved message of a bright, shiny Hollywood has been received and assimilated.

I should note that before beginning this article, I was under the mistaken notion that chemotherapy and radiation therapy were the same thing. I won’t go into radiation therapy in this article, save to say that it does fit nicely with my linking of cancer treatment and nightly entertainment news programs.

Survival Rate

Hollywood is in remission. It has again survived a cancer scare. Harvey, Kevin, and others have been cut out, slowed down, and tossed out to sea with all the other medical waste.

I can almost guarantee that this process will be repeated at some time in the future. A recurrence, as its known in cancer treatment circles.

Hollywood should probably schedule those follow-up visits and blood work-ups for every three months instead of six, because I guarantee them, there is another tumor in there, waiting to be discovered.

Your New Smile

As far as reconstructive surgery goes, Hollywood should bow down and kiss Disney’s ass for giving society something else to focus on besides these raping idiots, namely Black Panther and the state of race relations in America.

That new narrative has seemingly driven these folks from our collective recent memory with incredible ease. At least, that is, until Hollywood decides that racism is unacceptable to its bottom line. Talk about cancer treatment!

Amy Pascal
“What, me worry?” ~ Amy Pascal

As always, thank you for reading, and please keep the kids in your life safe from predators.

Adios, amigos y amiguitas!

HTR