Mean Mr. Mustard explains a thing or two to Susan Sarandon:
Once again, all together now, so all of Hollywood can hear: Freedom of speech does not mean freedom from criticism. You can talk all you want to Susan, but keep in mind, your continued offering of pathetic little platitudes that equate the deliberate killing of thousands of innocents with the careful efforts to hunt down and destroy their killers will likely mean getting branded with words a lot worse than “anti-American.”
“Brain-dead twit,” comes to mind, for example.
Go read the whole thing.
Bill Ewing, USAF (RET)
Ms. Sarandon’s new movie must be such a turkey that she is desperate for publicity.
I notice that Tim Robbins, her significant other and noted son of 1960s’ militant, long haired, hippy, pinko freaks (and activist in his own right), hasn’t had too much to say. He must not have a movie out that needs pumping up.
I must say that she is getting very close to being a prime candidate for the “Jane Fonda’s War Protestor Award.” All that is required is a trip to Baghdad during a bombing halt and man an anti-aircraft gun mount as a photo-op.
I wonder if we could get a hit this time before she has a chance to run away like Ms. Fonda did from Hanoi when she was dared, by the F-111 wing Commander at Takhli, Thailand, to stay and man the same gun? She, Fonda, obviously couldn’t stand the heat and ran like the coward she is. I wonder how Ms. Sarandon would stand up under the same pressure?
BTW: That gun was taken out the night following the dare. The Wing Commander, himself, dropped a 500 pounder on it. (This, in Air Force parlance, is known as a “shack.”)