I thought I had to go to the ER, with the noise coming out of my mouth.
It seems like it was real laughter…😄.
Now THIS is a show worth watching.
In my twenties, although Jean-Claude Van Damme was pretty ok in the looks dept., I appreciated the older man type with a little less flying limbs and macho bravado. I wasn’t a fan. Like millions worldwide, I was still very aware of his action hero status.
When I spied the Amazon pilot advert for “Jean-Claude Van Johnson”, I just couldn’t resist seeing what the brother’s up to.
What an impressive treat.
Scratch that. Joyful surprise, is more like it.
Clever writing, perfect timing and only the tiniest kernels of corn.
Hopefully, Christmas comes early and Amazon sets up a permanent home for this pilot.
You can watch the pilot here
Click here to watch ‘Jean-Claude Van Johnson’
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Whenever I think on the beautiful things we leave behind and what we are capable of creating..this song by Alan Parson’s Project ,”Time”, is front and center.
Don’t get sucked into the puppet show too deeply over this recent issue.
Read article here on ‘ outrage’ over Soros and Dems
We’re easily riled up and manipulated into anger or shock. This is what the media does, sadly enough, because we let them.
It’s a ridiculous game. It’s a worn and played out move; Soros playing “boogey man” to the masses..again.
It looks bad to be seen as having financial ties to someone such as Soros. In the fantasy based notion of fairness in political doings, yeah sure…it’s obvious. We don’t live in fantasy land. We’re not being subjected to imaginary laws. It’s not pretend media insulting our intelligence on a daily basis.
There’s no need to waste time on make-believe outrage over an “evil” side infecting the “good” with money.
I’m going to invite you to
read the following article. It’s an article on how Trump received 160 millions of dollars years ago.
You have one guess as to who it was from.
Trump’s helping hand
Save your precious time for worthwhile concerns. It’s time to stop letting your feathers get ruffled by both wretched sides of the media .
Do yourself a favor and break a bit more free from their instigating foolishness and half assed truths.
First date movies. Wow. What a toughie.
I know, it’s tricky. Mind reading isn’t one of my strong points, neither.
Thankfully, there are certain minimal considerations one can grasp at.
If your date was born in Mayberry… “The Time Traveler’s Wife.” will be tame enough and sharp enough to impress her. At the very least, her confidences in you being a true adult=set.
If your date hails from Gotham.. a sashay through “Inception” should have her making eager assumptions on what makes your imagination tick.
The intelligent, yet earthy, kind of hottie you would pay good money learning how to impress?
“Before Sunrise” Done.
On the successive dates, the follow-up movies
“Before Sunset” and “Before Midnight”
If your date wore leg warmers in her teens…”White Palace.”
If your date wore a flower in her hair instead..”Unbearable Lightness of Being”. We are talking ultra sophisticated, the woman’s got “It” going on and will strongly suspect that you do as well…kind of thing.
The self centered bimbo (possibly resulting from a fifty dollar bet wagered by what you used to believe was a buddy) can be politely chased away by the fact you picked “Forgetting the Girl“.
On the other hand, if she shares a wicked sense of humor and/or love of the grislier genres, we’re talking start of a best friendship.
The sweetie you met in Barnes and Noble…deserves “Bright Star“.
Even if one of you is “accidentally” or “politely” ignoring someone’s active marital status, there’s still plenty of tender intelligence to share in “28 Hotel Rooms“.
Bad Girl with a heart of gold and a body to match?…”After Fall Winter“.
I have only a request to make of you, while presenting this ‘early- in- the -relationship’ movie suggestion,
Don’t forget my invitation to the wedding.
We owe apologies to the children. To those between the ages of my eldest to youngest -near thirty and going on ten years of age.
Having had TV and computer screens babysit them, they were left to ingest countless hours of garbage.
We left the role of supervision to the warning labels from an over reaching government .We demanded it. As if it isn’t shameful enough that adults are expecting other adults to tell them how to live.
We don’t even care what our children hear anymore. Half of us are surrendered and shrugging about “it being everywhere , anyway, so what’s to do?”. The other half of us trying to pretend that our children aren’t screaming obscenities at us, in public, every day.
Whatever the reasons, how many of them, it doesn’t matter.
We robbed them of the dignity to know that they deserved much better nourishment than what’s been stuffed down their throat, or tucked into their ears. We had our heads turned when we let the crass images and raunchy lyrics define their notion of love. Of their worth. We left them, not with grown adults they could look up to and come to when troubles arrived. Instead, we tried morphing into middle aged “friends” wrapped up in “being cool enough” to not force our opinions.
I recorded a quick bit from the show “Ridiculousness” on MTV to present as a small example of what our young have easy access to.
NOTE:(before I am ‘punished’ again for daring to present something as if I’m the one who created it) Nudity, nipple biting by a snake and adults hee-hawing with crude jokes will be shown towards the end of this video, if you wish to avoid watching it for yourself.
The issue at hand is how neglectful of and/or blind we became to the casually sponsored low standards for children. It makes NO sense when you consider the avalanche of P.C. issues crashing over our heads at the same time.
If our children hear that a man whistled at a woman with nice looking legs, because she has nice looking legs….it just about ends up in the news as the sexual harassment travesty of the year. Wait another twenty years, you might see jail sentences over the same. But, certain sections of the video above? They’re just your shrug of the shoulders kind of family outing type of scenes, are they? Not considered as sexually incendiary as the brazen male whistle, I guess.
Nice bit of hypocrisy to teach them, on top of the neglect. Punishing people for their “inappropriateness” within their personal lives of expression…while pornographic strategies wait, invited to be used at will in the far reaching lobby of popular media.
With our mouths wide open, in perpetual outrage over “a society gone wild”..the least we owe, is an apology for having taken our children’s natural modesty and decency woefully for granted..leaving them to practically fend for themselves.
What a crying shame. How the big guys like Twitter and YouTube work.
Banning here, freezing accounts over there. Ruining someone’s livelihood, their reputation. What have you.
Read a few stories here.
It’s fine and dandy that companies can do as they wish. After all, it is America.
When we’re talking about the numbers of millions of citizens that frequent these services, we’re talking some mighty hefty potential.
The potential I’m referencing is of unfair dictatorship.
The potential of unequal treatment.
The potential of someone losing their job, because the dart happened to land on their spot on the board.
I’m alleging these powerhouse influences make their decisions based on coin tosses and dart throws. That’s a wee bit mean, I know. A single mother getting her power shut off because the revenue to her YouTube was suddenly shut off because of a piddly misstep that YouTube chose to observe..is even meaner in a much lousier way.
Watch the following video on breastfeeding that has enjoyed thousands of uninterrupted views. If bare breasts and watching them get jiggled and patted to a cheesy soundtrack are offensive, then I offer you a fair warning on the content. To others..you are welcome, don’t mention it. For the morality snitch who will find it necessary to report this single video, you need to rent a truck. There are piles of many others out there.
I understand potentially questionable content can earn a sly “look away” with it posing as medical instruction. This one actually took the time to don a lab coat for the profile pic, wink wink. Obviously, the slicksters cranking out this ‘tutorial’ know it. Good for them. Heck, I gladly say it again, we’re still in America. Someone may wish to inform them that the glass for instruction is missing; all that patting and smacking may make it a wee bit hard to dispense into a glass.
What I refuse to understand is the blatantly unequal treatment handed down by the demi gods.
I don’t know if we’re dealing with substandard authorities suffering from substandard common sense functioning skills.
Maybe it’s part of an elaborate scheme before complete control is seized by the governmental ass these companies tend to lick.
I’m a victim of this the public school education system as well, what the heck do I even know? Nothing.
However…I know something is wrong.
The “Hand of God” arrogantly swatting down decent citizens like houseflies. Sometimes, smashing them. It being done with such force and determination, that we are intimidated into thinking that everyone is subject to Mommy and Daddy’s spanking hand.
That? when it is obvious that discretion and fluctuation of mood, not intelligent consistency, seems to be the ruler on duty..
That is Disgustingly Wrong.
Just simply, one of the most beautiful testimonials I could have experienced.
This poignant sharing from actress Jenna Jamison, made me smile more than once.
When I first stopped drinking, several years ago, the fear of who I was and who I would become…plagued me. It brought about good changes, but there were many moments of fear. I’d been a drinker for all of my adult life. With no family to turn to, it would have been a soothing relief to have run across a video such as this.
What Jenna blesses us with, in the video, is the warmest “Honey, you’re gonna be all right.” embrace you may ever see online. She let untold numbers of people know, without a doubt, that they are not alone. All of the young ladies who were convinced they weren’t “good enough” to be loved just for themselves, will utter many sighs of relief.
This wasn’t just a simple share-it sports Golden Ripple Effect.
When we get some damned starch in the spine, that’s when.
When we finally speak back and stand up for our neighbors getting pushed around in public venues. When we realize that the special interests popping up in our faces is not much different from walking into our homes and taking a seat uninvited.
If some joker strolls into my kitchen, without my interest or invite, and starts scolding me for frying balls of butter in a vat of lard..the only invite he’s getting from me is to go straight to hell. Frankly.
At sections 00:24 and 00:41, if you do not blink, you will find children of dark complexions chilling in loving representation with their fairer skinned families. While I’m sure Mr. High and Mighty Johnson may be proud as peaches of this video, I’m willing to wager a few bucks that the underrepresentation of racially mixed families would be seen as highly offensive.
There’s lots of white mommies and daddies. A scant amount of minority parents are seen on the site. If they are, then the appropriately shaded children are set properly within their loving arms.(I am NOT offended, by the way. I couldn’t care less about the messaging and even more so about the organization itself. It’s a simple illustration.)
HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING..except verbalize a truth.
ESPECIALLY if the glass house one lives in has plenty of offensive messaging to bring to the table for others as well.
No laws were broken to warrant this announcer being scolded like a child. Or to have his words forced off of a page.
If you crave a high quality handling of Hollywood’s dark age of the Red Scare hysteria, you just spoke “Trumbo”‘s name. From brilliant casting to a faithful courtship of the era, I’d suggest it without hesitation.
Afterwards, I would love an opportunity to turn your attentions to another film
“My Son John.”
If films such as “Good Night, and Good Luck” and “Trambo” appeal most to the socio-political historian in you, then you must take “My Son John” for a spin.
To view a clip, click here
It was conceived and birthed within the years of the Red Scare raging through America at the time. Shot from the original ‘modern’ time source, we are even spared “spot the not” tension to do with detecting misdated scene props.
The conflict is within the smaller body of family. It’s not the typical reckoning amongst big industry victims and victors. The family, unchanged over long stretches of time, should serve as a recognizable and welcome invitation for many a modern viewer.