Abate and switch - Drudge rocks my world
I'll have to takes me a break, but have to take time to admire the master. I chose a diary to elaborate the details about Hillary's 5%, but what I'm really doing is saying Drudge rocks my world, and probably yours too. I know, we hate to admit it - we're fans of Bob Somersby or Keith Olbermann or whoever the jammin' female reporter off in Iraq doing an admirable job of anti-press release reporting, sorry Google is failing me right now, or a host of indie bloggers. But Drudge is the master. Because we've all accepted his terms. Right now people are seriously upset that a campaign in debt has not paid some people. I mean, it'd be a pretty piss poor "greatest campaign debt ever" if they'd paid everybody, wouldn't it? I mean, if you think about - what does debt mean? "Didn't pay someone". But the Drudge effect is insidious - we take the most mundane things and get highly irritated by them. Admit it - it rules your world as much as mine. Here's another great headline: "Obama acts like politician, cites need to win". I keep waiting to write my upstart "Sun rises in east, spurning western states. North and south ambivalent". But I'm only halfway there - as much as I try, I can't match the spitefulness, such as the class warfare that Drudge can get with "Hillary campaign leaves small vendors out in cold; tosses wet puppy out for company". It's one thing to be Maureen Dowd writing banal acid socialite filler, but it's another to be Matt Drudge making a bereaved and offended policy wonk out of each and every one of us, however post-political we might think we are.
So your assignment, since I have to step out a bit, is to produce the most surprising stunningly amoral character in movies and somehow tie it to a horribly misunderstood and forgotten director. In this case, I'm obviously referring to Marlon Brando in Arthur Penn's classic "Missouri Breaks". But it doesn't have to be high brow - it could be Richard Gere (oh how I usually hate him) in Mike Figgis' "Internal Affairs". Or Robert Mitchum in Charles Laughton's "The Night of the Hunter". Maybe Yves Montand in Clouzot's "Wages of Fear" if you want to go international. Anyway, you have the idea - efficiently evil role combined with genius director no one can remember.
Oh, last bit - I've given you a break with Salo - instead of 120 days of Salome, you need only 8. But that's 8 days of heavy lifting, Sisyphus up the mountain with boulder type effort. THIS THREAD MAY NOT DIE!!! You have been warned. And if you think this is tough, imagine if I'd given you "Think in a post-FISA sellout world, what will Obama healthcare look like?" Yep, now that boulder doesn't look so tough, does it? Go for the easy movie question, we need some light summer fun around here. The heavy stuff can wait for September. Surf's up.




