What is it with the Bush family’s unfailing instinct for doing the wrong thing?
First we had George Bush doing everything wrong – absolutely everything – from draining U.S. Treasury by vastly increasing spending while cutting taxes for the rich, to the War Nobody Needed in Iraq, to reading “My Pet Goat” upside down.
Then, as reported here at the New York Crank just a few weeks ago, we had Jeb Bush evidently promoting defaulting securities to Florida school districts and local agencies.
And now, with writers fighting for a share of the income they generate for producers on the Internet, and actors backing them up by refusing to cross the writers picket lines and work, George’s cousin, Billy Bush, goes to work as a labor scab.
I turned on CNN this morning and there was a clip from last night’s Golden Globe awards announcing the winners. Evidently, when actors fighting for their own futures refused to show up even for their awards, and writers refused to write a ceremony, Billy Bush and blonde zero Nancy O’Dell decided to tell all the strikers, “Screw you!”
They appeared, I later learned from a New York Times blog on a rebroadcast of the awards that somehow-or-other was trailing the actual broadcast by a few minutes.
Personally, I’d have no regrets if Billy Bush were frozen out of entertainment biz society and sent to Texas to, well, maybe to curate Cousin George’s presidential library, including My Pet Goat and other books that George thinks he can read.
Showing posts with label Golden Globes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Golden Globes. Show all posts
Monday, January 14, 2008
George Bush relative to striking writers and actors who respect picket lines: “Drop dead!”
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actors,
Bill Bush,
Golden Globes,
labor,
Nancy O'Dell,
scab,
Writers strike
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